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that-damn-girl · 4 years

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(8) Bucky and The Bed

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Chapter 7

Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)fem!reader

Words: 3100+

Summary: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky has become your personal heater and there’s only one bed.

Chapter type: Fluff.

Chapter/Trigger warning: Language? Like teensy weensy bit of angst?

A/N: Thank you for continuing to read this series still. After the end, which I will start on a Bucky x Rogers!reader miniseries. I am particularly excited to write the next two chapters. Hope you like this part!

Bucky looked at it. Kept looking at it. And looked at it some more.

The metal armed man was sure he couldn't ever get tired of the sight in front of him. It was simple and yet so complex he felt he could get lost into it and never regret a second. It might not be much, but it was enough for him to lose himself. He didn't know how to describe the sense of serenity it brought him.

Peeking through the light fluffy clouds, the setting sun cast warm golden rays that gave every snowy surface around you a honey like glaze. As the time gradually passed, various colours in the most brilliant of their shades blended beautifully to embellish the never-ending sky. As the slanting rays of the sun flitted through the clouds, the yellow filter in the sky gave way to a graceful braid of pink and orange before shrouding everything is it's vermilion hue.

In the handful of days you had taken refuge in the cabin, not one day had the sun been kind enough to grace you with its presence. When today it finally did, you and Bucky realised it was too good an opportunity to miss the sunset view these mountains offered. Without any further ado, a bonfire was created outside the cabin with dry leaves and firewood arranged meticulously.

The splendid view of nature in its finest forms was exploited to its full content. You and Bucky sat around the bonfire, taking in the furiously blushing sky and the snow covered peaks shining golden in the distance as the clouds traversed through them.

Bucky was taken aback by the raw beauty in front of his eyes. It reminded him of the sunsets in Wakanda. Sure it wasn't comparable to those in the futuristic and fascinating country, but it was a close second. He only grew more in awe of the view the more he looked at it. Majestic was one word for the sight in front of him. It wasn't the sky though.

It was you.

A small, unconscious smile took a hold of his lips as he took in your face, peacefully resting on his shoulder. Your arms were tightly curled around his vibranium one, your body leaning its weight on him. A shared blanket was thrown over your backs, trapping in the heat the fire provided.

For Bucky, it was majestic, really. How could it not have been, looking at your face, at the blend of the colours from the setting sun and the fire casting a beautiful glow to your already beautiful self? Your serene features were highlighted by the natural light and the dancing flames. You looked elegant and exquisite, more so than anyone he had ever known. As bewildering as it sounded, Bucky had met a god but the warm colours grazing your skin truly made you more divine than any other celestial being.

Bucky was utterly whipped.

Sensing his gaze on you, you tilted your head to look at him. Bucky had always had an intense face, even when he was relaxed or didn't mean to do it. You had encountered it many a times and dealt with the increase in your heart rate it brought, but you could never get used to his soft smile and gentle eyes looking at you with such adoration, such love, such trust, as if you had hung the stars and the moon for him. It overwhelmed you, always, but in the best of the ways. Especially since you had discovered a couple days ago that it wasn't just in your head.

Unable to stifle your own giddy smile, you reached up to kiss his lips. It was only meant to be a peck, but he drew you in even before you had the chance to pull back, always eager to taste you, to have you, to kiss you, to cherish you. You galdly gave into the kiss. It was soft and sweet, the way his lips molded around yours, moving in sync. The kiss slowly grew intense, but not heated. It was only filled with love and care, making him unable to put in the conscious effort of letting you go if you were okay with it.

Instead his strong arms wound around you and brought you to him lap so that you were straddling his thick thighs. His lips moved slow but firm, just taking the time to worship your lips as they deserved to be. One hand tightened around your middle, keeping you secure in his hold while the other drifted down to your butt, his large hands kneading your cheeks gently with utmost care and fondness. You slid your arms up his broad chest and around his neck, holding him close. Smiling in between the kisses, neither of you were able to let go, clinging to each other as none could get enough of the other.

When you finally did let go to breathe in lung fulls of the crisp, cold air, you moved to relieve him of your weight. His arms tightened around you in a slight moment of panic, refusing to dismiss the comfort you brought him just by your touch, your closeness. "Stay, please?" He softly pleaded.

You looked down at the heavy log of wood Bucky sat upon. It was broad enough to sit, but not enough to be comfortable if he kept your weight on himself for long. "Your legs are going to hurt, Bucky"

"Y/N, I don't know the true limit of the powers the serum gave me, but I think it's enough to stop a helicopter from taking off. I think I can hold my precious girl without hurting myself." He smiled at you with the boyish charm and the innocence of a first grader announcing that he got A+ in an assignment.

"Show off," You chuckled, booping his nose with yours. "But an adorable show off."

"What?" Bucky quietly, softly muttered, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "I like holding you, hugging you, having you close. That's all." Your heart fluttered in your chest, swelling with emotions. The simplicity, the vulnerability with which he admitted favouring your presence made you wonder just how much open and comfortable he was with you. You knew he liked you, trusted you, but it never ceased you from being overwhelmed everytime he expressed it.

Heart brimming with affection for the man in front of you, you didn't trust yourself not to confess then and there how deeply in love you were with him. Instead you said the only thing you could think of to draw the attention away from your racing heart. "You also like my butt."

The metal hand tenderly kneading your butt cheek stilled. Hesitance crept in every being of Bucky. He cursed himself, worried he had offended you or made you uncomfortable somehow. What he heard was unassuming, but he didn't want to take any chances if you didn't like it.

Bucky realised that since the day you had agreed to be his girl, he had given an awful amount of attention to your butt. He'd always rest his hands there while cuddling or gently knead the soft muscles as he was doing then. He would never deny that your behind was alluring to him, but his touch wasn't meant to be demeaning or enticing, at least not until you partook in sexy times. He'd only ever meant for his actions to treasure you, admire you, but he would not do it at the cost of your comfort.

You caught onto what must have been going inside his head. Bucky meant to draw his hand back and apologise, but you stopped him and quickly added, "I love the attention, honestly."

"You're not... offended by it?" Pulling back to look at you, he asked unsurely, making himself look as small as possible.

"Should I be?"

Bucky shook his head, "I like you and I respect you, a lot. You know that, right? I only do it, because...well, what's there not to like about your butt?" He emphasised it by giving a small squeeze to your soft muscles.

"I believe you," You chuckled, giving his plump lips a sweet peck."And I meant it, I love the attention you give it. But why do you like it so much? My ass is so-"

"It's perfect." Bucky finished your sentence before you could add in any negative comment about yourself. "You're perfect, doll."

"You're such a charmer." You mumbled, going for his lips with a wide smile.

"Only for you." Bucky replied, happy to taste you, feel you. When he pulled back, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

With the fiery flames warming your back and Bucky's heated body pressed to your front, you snuggled into him further. Head resting on his broad shoulder, eyes closed, you basked in the comforting embrace, in the heat seeping into your bones. It was your own little heaven.

Feeling the sun on his skin after so many days had felt great. Although he was used to staying in the dark before he was rescued, he didn't like it one but. It felt good, immensely so. But with you at his side, with him, enveloped in his arms, your touch calming him, anchoring him, everything was better than never before.

It didn't take long for Bucky to realise that you had dozed off on his shoulder, your chest tranquilly rising and falling against him. Chuckling, he gripped both the ends of the blanket and curled his arms around you again, the pair of you now cocooned in the heat of the blanket.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, his head leaning against your, and looked at the dwindling flames in the darkening sky. Nightfall loomed at the corners, impatiently waiting for the sun to complete its descent before it could take over. The lowering temperature was palpable in the chilling air. He knew he would need to carry you inside soon, but he waited for the soothing heat of the fire to die down before he would be forced to retreat inside.

Looking at the sky in the far distance, Bucky took in the myriad of changing colours with time. He couldn't help but think about Steve. What Steve would have done if he would have been there. There was no doubt in Bucky's mind that Steve would have ran inside to look for a pencil and paper with the speed of a cheetah.

He would have taken down the various shades on the trees and the mountains and the clouds floating above their heads with the monochromatic beauty of grey and created a masterpiece. Bucky smiled, thinking about the concentrated look Steve would have had in his face, brows furrowed as his eyes would have shifted like at a ping pong game between the sky and the paper. He remembered his days in the military camps with his pal, when the newly bulky man still testing his strength would sketch in any free time he got to deal with the stress he felt.

Bucky...missed his childhood friend very much. He didn't realise when his eyes had moistened when his vision grew blurry.

Not that Sam and you weren't few of the greatest friends he had had, but Steve was... something else. Steve Grant Rogers was his brother, truly so.

Everytime Bucky thought about his pal, his Steve, limitless emotions flew through him, all different for different reasons. One of the most lasting ones though was that gratification. Bucky firmly believed he owed his life to Steve for saving him from the torture he had suffered from the hands of HYDRA. Not once, but twice, in Austria and in D.C., when that fool had nearly died instead of fighting him. Steve had also saved him from the governments of the entire freaking world, trusted in him when nobody else did. Steve had fought with his friends of the twenty first century, his only family, for him. The Golden Boy of America preferred his name being dragged through the mud and being counted in the ranks of the criminals he put behind the bars over losing Bucky. Though he knew it wasn't just for him, Steve had helped resurrect him and all the others when Thanos had snapped them dead. He didn't know how he could ever repay Steve for all that he had done, for all the sacrifices he had made for Bucky.

Out of all those plethora of emotions, one of the few which weighted heavily on him was that of regret. For a man who had lived for over a hundred years, Bucky didn't have the chance to do as many things as he would have liked. Maybe it was because he hadn't lived as much as he had survived, but he didn't let that be the base of his excuses. He had meant to do many things right.

Bucky never thanked his Ma for the man she had raised him to be. He was never there for his sisters when he had promised them he would be. He never properly thanked Steve for saving him time and again. He never thanked Howard for helping Steve save him when he was captured in Austria or for keeping Steve company when he couldn't. He never got to thank Tony for reversing the snap or apologise to him for all that he had done to his parents, Bucky's own friends, while in evil's control.

Bucky had always thought that he would have time; time which he lost partially because he had taken everything for granted, partially because fate had been cruel to him with a vengeance. Life of an Avenger was... unpredictable at the very best. They could be overly cautious, but never fully prepared. Many a times they had to deal with hostage situations or - Bucky still couldn't get used to believing it - alien invasions without a moment's notice.

Bucky had learnt never to take things for granted the hard way. Now that he thought about it, lady luck had never been on his side for long. Everything even remotely good had been taken from him when he thought he had time to enjoy them and bask in their glory.

He didn't want it anymore. Bucky didn't want the guilt weighing him down, knowing he could have done something or said something but didn't, because he thought fate would be kind enough to give him some time.

He didn't want to take chances anymore.

Glancing down, Bucky saw you napping peacefully on his shoulders, really making him a human pillow. Hot puffs of air fell on his neck through your open lips. His heart fluttered in his chest, mentally cooing at how adorable you looked.

He couldn't help but think back to the time he had first met you as himself. His metal arm was trapped in a hydraulic press in some abandoned factory. Both Sam and you had pure disbelief on your faces when Steve trusted Bucky enough to believe his every word...just because he could recall Sarah and how Steve wore his shoes. But then you had gotten to know each other, slowly but surely.

It hadn't been all rainbows and sunshine. The trio of you had had your asses kicked by the spider kid, a literal teenager. You and Sam had been imprisoned in the Raft and had to live a couple years as criminals because you had helped Steve in rescuing him. After Thanos happened, Steve had decided to go on his own journey, leaving Bucky with those who didn't really know him and neither did he know them.

But efforts were made on both the sides. You and Sam had welcomed him into the Avengers like your own. Sure he had been more open and closer to Sam first, but that hadn't deterred from trying to befriend him.

Much like Sam, you had helped him through his night terrors. Been awake with him at odd hours of the night because he couldn't sleep. Helped him discover himself again. Listened to him when he needed an out without any judgement, or talked for the two of you when he wanted to communicate but couldn't. Trusted in him when he didn't even trust himself. Helped him believe in himself and forgive himself. You had helped him recover.

You were with him at the darkest times to guide him to the light, and celebrated with him when he did find his light. There were relapses, but you were with him to help him get back on track.

You had trusted him enough to let him see your vulnerable spots, to confide in him, to let him take care of you, to let him help you just like you had helped him. You had trusted him enough to let him see you, the real you.

But most important of all, you had been a friend before anything else. A friend whom he had needed had needed more than anything else.

Feelings had developed along the way, which he was glad for being reciprocated on both sides. The journey to where you and him were now had been a long one. It had never been easy, but it hadn't affected either of you.

Bucky never wanted to lose you. He couldn't ever possibly lose you. You meant too much to him. He also knew he couldn't dare to think he'd have much time before something akin to Thanos happened again. Being an Avenger guaranteed that nothing was ever guaranteed. Most of all time, in Bucky's case at least.

Looking at you, Bucky realised he couldn't not let you know how he truly felt. No matter what your decision might be afterwards, he had to let you know. He wanted to be his own man, making his own decisions. And he wanted to love you, so goddamn much, if you allowed him. His heart beat faster in realisation when he realised what that would mean. It made him nervous, but he was ready.

The risque wasn't lost on him. He was very well aware that you could run away in the opposite direction, thinking he was going too fast. You could break it off and your friendship wouldn't be the same again. If you wouldn't want to speak to him again, you would respect your wishes.

But if there was even the slightest chance that you felt the same, he needed to do it. Because the bliss of having you, being with you and loving you was worth every risk in the world.

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alittletournesol · 5 years

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Kingdom Of Jinju {MinKey} part 18/33

Slight mention of JongYu’s sex scene at the beginning.

Chapter 18 : Reunited again [M]

The bedroom’s atmosphere was heavy, stifling despite the morning hour. The air was filled with the familiarly fragrance of perspiration and sex combined together, the sheets messily thrown at the foot of the bed. Jonghyun was lying on his back, his naked silhouette’s curves emphasised by the slight shadow made by sunbeams through the curtain. He was lost in his thoughts, one leg bent and an arm behind his head.

He couldn’t realise he was allowed again in the palace, and moreover as a member of the King’s private council.

It was the biggest honour one could have made him, and he was willing to serve his sovereign even more now that he somehow had fully earned his trust. He had found his place in Jinju, in a kingdom that wasn’t his and that he would have never thought about calling home someday. It wasn't like he considered Mongje as his home either. Even though his parents were of the caring kind, he had always been independent, boiling inside when he was forced to do things he didn’t want to do.

He had been extremely angry when his mother had announced him about his new position, the young Lord’s private tutor. However, the idea of being acknowledged as someone serious and knowing enough to teach someone else… with the opportunity to leave his parents’ house to live somewhere else… he couldn’t have missed it. And with the years passing by Kibum and Taemin’s side, he had never regretted his decision once. The beginning of this journey might have been his mother’s will, but it had become his journey.

Living in Jinju was the biggest twist ever, he would have never imagined leaving so far away and even less for a reason such as his student getting married to the most powerful man in all the realm. Yet, here he was.

“You know…” A voice drew him out of his thoughts and he straightened on one elbow, smiling at Jinki who was looking at him. “When I told you to wake me up for breakfast, this was really far from what I meant.”

“Perhaps, but it was much tastier.” The blonde responded with a smile that said a lot about it.

The General let a low laughter escape his throat as his hands were busy buckling his belt around his brown pants. Jonghyun sat up straight, circling his right knee with his arms and staring at his lover. The latter had left the bed a few minutes before to clean himself a bit and get dressed, for he wished to visit the King. He was doing everything slowly, peacefully, although he was late on his self-planned schedule, and the teacher could plead guilty.

He had woken up before Jinki, and even though he wasn’t the kind to wake people up that way, he had gone bored… and horny. Having the naked soldier lying next to him was too much of a temptation for him to just bear with it. Following his instincts, the blonde had leaned on the other man’s body and slowly drawn him out of his sleep with soft, hot kisses going from his ear to his nape. He had been welcomed by a moan, sleepy but not less inviting.

Jonghyun had only needed this approving sound to make his lips go lower on his elder’s body, kissing all along his back until he had reached his firm, rounded butt. There, he had pretended to ignore it to better press his lips against Jinki’s thighs, making the latter hornier by seconds passing. What the General hadn’t expected had been for the young teacher to make his lips slide up between his cheeks.

And even though he had jumped with surprise at first, bending a leg to straighten and look towards Jonghyun with sleepy eyes, the familiar glint in the blonde’s eyes had been enough for him to give a try to whatever he had been about to live. Despite his face reddening with embarrassment, the soldier had let his more experienced lover please him in a way he would have never imagined.

He could still feel the wet warmth along his crack, where a tongue had previously sent him into raptures.

And the way Jonghyun was smirking at him at the moment, shamelessly making him understand that he didn’t regret a single second to have done that… was incredibly and irremediably seducing.

“How do you even know about those things…” He whispered, finally done with his belt and standing bare chest at the foot of the bed, tying his hair without looking away. “It’s not like there was a whole book somewhere telling about all potential sexual things between two dudes.”

“I am nothing but a man of knowledge, General.” The teacher teased before he moved on his knees, going forwards on the mattress until he was facing the other man. “I know you liked it.”

“Oh, did I explicitly say that I did ?”

“No need, I’m perfectly able to read between your lines. Especially those lines.”

“Maybe you should write that book, then.”

Jinki offered a crooked smile to the younger before he turned away, walking to the stool where he had a simple shirt waiting for him. He put it on and, for more decency, he also wore a sleeveless, brown leather jacket, laced at the front. He looked like a soldier off-duty, so exactly what his sovereign expected from him for the next few days. However, Jonghyun wasn’t surprised to see him hanging his sheathed sword to his belt, as well as his wrists’ protections.

Once a soldier, always a soldier.

“What are you going to do ?” The General asked.

“I don’t know, maybe just stay there all day long.” The other replied, supporting his words by lying back, flat on his stomach. “Your bed is comfortable.”

“You remember no one is supposed to find you here ?”

“I do. Then I suppose I will get dressed and wander around. Maybe give a try to the library now that I’m allowed to enter it.”

Saying this, Jonghyun chuckled. It was like a children had received the authorisation to go to their favourite amusement park, and this cute show of happiness made the General smile. He always found curious yet interesting to witness how different the blonde could be in the intimacy of a bedroom, or just when being away from prying eyes. The mature and calm teacher would make space to an ambiguous man, either sweet and enthusiastic about anything, or bold and lustful.

Jinki was fascinated, and although he wouldn’t say it out loud, he found this young man admirable in the way he handled those personalities to perfection. When their eyes met as he was walking to his door, he simply nodded and left. They weren’t the kind of partners to cuddle and have pillow talks, nor did they have anything to say about how the other would spend his day, so it didn’t bother any of them that they separated just like that after soiling the sheets twice in the space of a few hours.

Jonghyun found himself alone in, once again, a room that wasn’t his. Just as usual, he grew bored pretty quickly and got up to take his clothes from the day before ; he would change later, thankfully he hadn’t sweat. He had just finished getting dressed and was tying his hair when a few shy knocks resounded against the door, making him freeze. Who could it be, who wanted to see the General in his quarters ? The blonde decided to ignore, standing still and waiting for the visiter to leave…

“Jonghyun hyung, I know you’re in there.”

It was like his stomach fell in his feet as he recognised Taemin’s voice, his tone firm yet not quite confident. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, and he walked to open the door, meeting the young boy in common clothes, nothing like his apprentice’s uniform. But what surprised the teacher more than his outfit, were the very noticeable dark circles under his friend’s bloodshot eyes.

“By the Gods…” Jonghyun whispered as he opened the door more so the room’s light would light the younger’s face more. “Taemin, did you sleep ?”

“I… I think I need…” The latter replied, his eyes shifty. “I need to talk with someone about something… personal…”

“Please, next time, come to me earlier so you can sleep after we talk. You definitely need some sun and fresh air, what about we have a discussion outside ?”

Taemin slowly nodded and stepped backwards to let his elder leave the bedroom, only staring at his feet. An inviting hand was put on his back and he started walking, the teacher looking at him with concerned eyes but keeping quiet. It didn’t took them a lot of time to reach the gardens, and the sun welcomed them warmly, the young boy frowning but appreciating it on his skin. It was like it helped with his low energy, even though it might be temporary.

Relishing the beauty of the gardens he had somehow missed, Jonghyun led his friend until the huge gazebo. On their way, they noticed the Prince being already busy with the gardener at this morning hour, in his splendid all-white outfit decorated with golden filaments. His long black hair was cascading on his back, let free if it wasn’t for his front bang being held by one of his usual pins.

The elder kept in mind he would salute him later, as he followed Taemin under the structure and sat with him on the bench. An uncomfortable silence fell between the two of them, however, the teacher had always told them that he would never force them to tell their mind with stupid pushing questions. For the past years, he had never been the one starting a dialogue when it was about his students’ troubles.

They remained like this for a few minutes, Jonghyun waiting for his young friend to feel enough at ease by slowly stroking his back. When Taemin straightened up a bit, they both knew it was time.

“I feel…” The youngest started, staring into space, “I feel different. Like… abnormally… different.”

“Nothing is abnormal when it comes to one’s feelings or way to be.” The teacher said. “You heard me say this to Kibum way too many times, right ?”

“Yes… but it’s not the same thing than Kibum hyung…”

“Then let us find out what’s troubling you to that extend. Who do you compare yourself to ?”

“Everyone… I’m not exaggerating, I’m being different from everyone…”

“Everyone you know, Taemin.”

“I don’t think anyone can be like me, hyung, it’s too… too weird, it doesn’t even seem natural compared to anyone else.”

Jonghyun frowned a bit, his friend still not looking at him and swallowing with difficulty. He was about to reply when a silhouette appeared in front of them, making them look up. Standing before the gazebo, Kibum was looking at them with his hands on his waist, unable to keep a poker face.

“So now, you’re meeting without me ?” He pretended to nag. “I’m quite disappointed.”

“Good morning, your Grace.” The teacher answered, laughing at the other’s pout because of the appellation. “I would be glad to hang out with you but Taemin and I are… having an important conversation.”

“Oh… I’m sorry, I haven’t noticed… wait, Taeminnie, what’s happening ?”

The young Prince finally realised the expression on his friend’s face and he climbed the couple of stairs to kneel on the gazebo’s floor. Frowning, he grabbed the tiny hand in his and softly caressed it, looking up with worry in his eyes. Taemin’s eyes were still shifty, but as soon as he had his two closest friends surrounding him, it felt like he couldn’t be harmed anymore, even by his own thoughts. He sniffed.

“Why am I different…?” He asked. “I’m even different from you two when I grew up wanting to be like you…”

“Pumpkin… you know you can tell us everything, right ?” Kibum gently said, looking at their elder who smiled at him, grateful to have him there as well. “And we know quite a few things about differences.”

“I know, but this time… I don’t know if you will understand me.”

“We can always try.” Jonghyun replied. “Sometimes you don’t need understanding but acknowledgment.”

Taemin nodded and sat up straight, his breathing heavy but his mind finding enough strength to confess to his friends. He cleared his throat and took a moment to choose his words, not even sure about how to name his own feelings and sensations. Not moving and staying by his side, his elders were patiently waiting, Kibum never ceasing his soothing stroke on the back of his hand.

“I don’t… feel any desire.” He ended up saying, and it was physically noticeable that saying these words asked him one of the biggest effort ever.

“Desire ?” Jonghyun repeated. “You mean sexual desire ?”

“Yes, but… also, emotional desire ? I don’t know how to say it…”

“Don’t try to put complicated nouns on it, just say it with your own words.” The Prince softy said. “It’s already not easy so don’t make it more complicated for you.”

“I… I don’t want to have a relationship, like… to love someone, to be with someone as a couple, it doesn’t… I just don’t want it ? I’m not interested in it, when everyone else kinda lives to find the love of their life, getting married, having… children…”

“But you’re still young, Taemin, maybe it’s just not the time to think about it.”

Even though they weren’t mean to hurt him, the teacher’s words resounded in the youngest’s mind like a reject of his thoughts. He hated to be told he was too young to know things he perfectly knew, even more when it was about him and only him.

“Being young isn’t the problem !” He almost bursted out, raising his voice and gritting his teeth. “I’m barely two years younger than Kibum and he was even younger than that when he found out about his own difference, why do I have to be too young when he wasn’t ?”

“Alright, my words were terribly chosen.” Jonghyun immediately said, a bit surprised by his friend’s show of anger all of sudden. “I apologise, it’s true that you don’t have to be a certain age to feel things other don’t… or the contrary. I’m sorry, please forget what I said.”

“Please, Taeminnie… don’t compare us.” The raven haired man said, always gentle as he couldn’t imagine being intentionally rude to his companion. “It seems your situation is different from mine so it won’t help to compare them, do you understand ?”

“Hm…” The youngest nodded. “I just don’t want anything, love, relationships… sex.”

“Do you find all of this repulsive ?” The teacher asked.

“No, I mean, I don’t mind it, I don’t even mind people being a couple or having sex, it’s none of my business. It’s just… I’m… indifferent ? Why am I indifferent ?”

“This is a question that only you know the answer to. Perhaps there is no answer and it’s just the way you are ?” Kibum wondered out loud. “Has it been going like this for long ?”

“For… as long as I remember.”

The three men remained quiet for a few seconds after this last confession. Taemin’s issue was indeed a whole new thing to all of them, and it was really making the young boy feel abnormal to the point he was on the verge of tears. His elders looked at each other, concerned and willing to help, but they were afraid to say something that would make their friend angry again.

“You never wanted to be in a relationship ?” The teacher eventually asked.

“Never… I don’t feel like doing it.” Taemin shrugged. “I’m not interested and I don’t want to, I don’t feel the need either…”

“And it goes the same way with sex ?” Kibum asked in his turn. “Have you ever…?”

“No, I’ve never done anything and I don’t want to, it doesn’t interest me and… I don’t feel concerned ? I’ve never felt… sexual desire, towards anyone. But you see, I’m not bothered by you two having sex, I lived with it for years and it never repulsed me. It’s just… me.”

“So you’re not interested in being in a relationship nor having sex because you don’t desire anyone, that’s right ?”

“Yes, yes that’s it. But… it’s not normal, right ? I realised it because… it just came to my mind when both of you…”

At that moment, the boy pursed his lips together, as if he had been about to say something he shouldn’t have, and that he now hesitated to say. However, it had piqued his friends’ curiosity.

“When both of us…?” The Prince encouraged him. “When we had sex ?”

“No, it has nothing to do with you two together…” Taemin replied, his eyes tearing as he kept looking for his words. “I haven’t realised it before when I perfectly knew about you two, but…”

“Breathe, Taemin.” Jonghyun whispered. “When did you realise about your indifference towards all of this ?”

“When… when I witnessed your relationship with the King grow stronger, hyung…” The youngest looked up to look at Kibum. “When you started… leaving your bed to go in his… that’s such a… a big step, right ? And you, hyung…” He then looked at the teacher. “It was when… when I heard you with… with the General…”

Both elders widened their eyes and grew pale, as their respective relationships were exposed just like that. They slowly turned their head towards each other, their eyes meeting and shifting away almost immediately. Yet, they quietly agreed on the fact that their own personal issues didn’t matter at the moment, not when their common friend was in the middle of an identity crisis.

“Please don’t think I’m mad at you…” Taemin ended up saying when he felt the awkwardness, shaking his hands to dissipate any misunderstanding. “It’s just that… I realised how Kibum hyung’s relationship is getting stronger, in a positive way, and that’s what you always wanted, right…? And Jonghyun hyung, it hit me even more because you… you have so much sexual desire and it doesn’t stick to one person…?”

“Everyone is unique, boy…” The eldest said, smiling despite his uneasiness. “It’s true that it’s easier for me to lie with anyone I want to, since I don’t look for a stable and serious relationship. But yes, I have a lot of sexual desires, we can say it like that.”

“I… I have that kind of desires too.” Kibum added. “With the wish for a relationship that Jonghyun hyung doesn’t have. But you don’t have all of those, right ?”

“Yeah… I’m just not interested, could it be with a man or a woman, I don’t have any preference really… I just don’t want to have sex, nor be in a couple, with anyone.”

“And why do you feel abnormal about it ?” Jonghyun asked. “It’s a real question, why should it be normal to want all of this ?”

“Because… because everyone wants at least one of these two things…? It’s impossible to want neither of them, it must be a disease, a curse…”

“By the Gods, I’ve already heard that before.”

The teacher couldn’t help but laugh, the words disease and curse being the exact ones Kibum had told him when he had found out about his sexuality.

“Listen, Taemin.” He said, getting serious again but not less gentle. “There is nothing like normality when it comes to the way you feel and the way you want to live. If you aren’t interested in relationships or sex for the rest of your life, then follow your instincts. You don’t need to have a man or a woman in your life, or to have sex, to be a valid human.”

“Jonghyun hyung is right.” The Prince nodded. “You will always have people advocating a kind of normality that everyone should follow, but that’s bullshit. No one has the right to tell you how to feel and how to live, with who and for how long.”

“But isn’t desire a normal thing…?” Taemin asked, even though both his eyes and lips were starting to smile again.

“Well, why would it?”

“Just be careful, don’t ask yourself the wrong questions.” Jonghyun still warned him. “Don’t wonder why you couldn’t be the normality and everyone else the abnormality. Just erase these two words from your brain and live freely, embrace the way you are. You can live perfectly well without a wife, a husband or weekly sex.”

“So you don’t find me strange…?”

“Boy. I love men.” Kibum laughed.

“And I literally fornicate.” The blonde smiled as well. “With any gender.”

The young apprentice started laughing, all his worries slowly fading away with the help and company of his best friends. He had missed them, so much. Realising the three of them were reunited in a same place, talking like they used to, laughing together… it warmed his heart.

“Are you fine, now ?” Jonghyun asked, stroking his friend’s back. “Or do you have something else to say about all of this ?”

“I’m fine, I think…” Taemin smiled. “It will take me time to feel really… myself ? Like, your words helped me a lot but I think I won’t be all sure and confident once I leave this space.”

“Take your time, don’t rush things.” The Prince said. “Let’s leave this space together, come.”

With these words, the latter stood up and took his friend’s hand, gently pulling him. Both sitting men laughed and joined him, as they left the gazebo together and walked in the gardens. The youngest’s smile was back, although he still looked shy and lacking of self-confidence, but he was so well accompanied that he didn’t feel too uncomfortable. He didn’t regret coming to his former teacher earlier, after a whole night of hesitation and fear of being misunderstood.

At a moment, Jonghyun stopped and looked at him.

“Do you love yourself, Taemin ?” He asked out of the blue, making the other one stutter. “No, I don’t ask you to answer now. But think about it.”

“Yes…” Kibum added. “Take the time you need, and learn to love yourself, whoever you are.”

“How much time can it take…?” The boy wondered out loud.

“Don’t think about it, there isn’t a deadline to that.” The blonde said. “You’re discovering yourself and you’re scared, just listen and acknowledge yourself.”

“Alright… I will do my best but… can you stay with me until I succeed ?”

“We’ll stay with you even after, pumpkin. You’re far from being done with us.”

The Prince smiled and approached his friend, pulling him into a warm embrace. Taemin responded immediately, hugging the other man tight and relishing the sensation of hands stroking his back. The only thing he regretted was the way he had doubted of these two men for a moment, of their reaction to his issue. He should have known that they would help him and not make fun of him, or calling him a freak. Not them.

They were definitely a kind of trio he would have never imagined to witness one day.

When he withdrew, it was to see Jonghyun open an inviting arm, and he came to him to hug him too. It was incredible how his two elders were different even in their way to hug : Kibum was stronger, more into the wish to convey strength, while the teacher was soft and gentle, like an affectionate parent would be. However, receiving their respective embrace one after another worked like a strong medicine for the body and the heart.

“Now that we had such a long discussion I suggest you go back to sleep immediately.” The Prince commanded more than he suggested. “You’re ugly.”

“Trust me, you’re uglier when you don’t sleep.” Taemin retorted, quickly jumping backwards when his friend pretended to kick him. “You started it !”

“I exude royalty and beauty even after three days without sleep, you rotten squash !”

“So I’m not your pumpkin anymore ? Come at me, hold a sword if you can !”

“Kids, enough already.”

Jonghyun shook his head with a smile before he joined his hands together in front of his chest, slowly walking between the two young men. He then pressed his palms against their respective chest and pushed, separating them in a ceremonial way. However, it only made the three of them laugh and both Taemin and Kibum pretended to fight each other again just to make their elder struggle in the middle.

Their laughters resounded in the gardens, until they decided they should make sure the youngest would obey and go to sleep. The latter just asked them for a moment, saying he would grab something to eat in the kitchens before doing whatever they wanted. The elders smiled and let him go, waiting for him.

And once they were alone, they looked at each other.

“So… The General.” Kibum ended up saying.

“Does it bother you ?” Jonghyun asked, even though no answer from his friend would make him change his mind.

“I knew he liked men.”

“I beg your pardon ?”

“He was always so flustered when I complimented him out of the blue, it was hilarious, and his way to eye people was never pretty discreet. But well, I didn’t expect that…”

“You know how I am. But I’m happy about the King and you.”

“We’re not… we’re not something yet. We’re still trying to understand and to know each other.”

“That’s already a good thing. A lot of things happened while I was away, I see… I must catch up.”

The Prince slightly laughed and looked at his friend. When he had heard Taemin revealing about his new lover, he had felt something in his chest. But it had somehow been just at the time, now that he was hearing it from Jonghyun himself… he didn’t feel jealous. The only thing he was sure to feel was maybe the strange sensation to not belong to him anymore, like he used to think he was.

And even though his former teacher was still a gorgeous man, Kibum found himself not wanting him as much as before. There was still something, he couldn’t deny it, something like a memory he wanted to live again, because the blonde had always been the only one to him. But it had changed. He wasn’t the only one anymore.

“I missed you.” He eventually said. “And… even if it feels strange to know about you and someone else… I hope you will be happy like this. I’m sorry for everything I did in the past.”

“You grew up, Kibum.” The elder smiled. “And I’m perfectly certain of one thing : you will find what you look for. I’ve been a first try, but life is made of several tries and obstacles. I hope we won’t lose each other because we change with time.”

“I will never let you go away, I need you by my side. But I believe I’m ready to… let go of you, if that makes sense ? I don’t know…”

“It makes sense. And I will never be too far away, I just want your happiness.”

The Prince shyly smiled and approached his friend, suddenly hesitating. But Jonghyun did it for him, pulling him against him. They shared a long, tight hug, one of those that said goodbye but not completely. It was just about saying goodbye to the past, to better embrace the future as new men, new friends, without any regret nor remorse. And with this quiet agreement, they both felt lighter.

The King straightened up at one of the palace’s countless windows, staring at the scene that was happening in the gardens. The muscle on his jaw was beating as he gritted his teeth, watching his husband hug the man he used to love, a hug that lasted way too long to his taste. In his chest, it was like some hand was having fun by mercilessly pinching his heart, and he felt a combination of too many feelings at once. Anger, disappointment and a sudden fall of self-confidence.

So he had been right.

When he had allowed Kim Jonghyun to come back to the palace, it had of course been a way to thank him for saving his life, it hadn’t been a lie. However, deep inside him, Minho had wanted to use this opportunity to verify his own doubts. And seeing this gorgeous man with long black hair, proudly wearing the pin he had offered him… hugging his former lover with such sweetness, gentleness… it was like a punch in his face, if not a stab in the back.

“Minho ?”

Snapping out of it, the sovereign cleared his throat and turned over to see his childhood friend staring at him with an eyebrow furrowed.

“Is everything alright ?” Jinki asked. “You’re pale.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” The other man said, shaking his hand and forcing a smile. “I think my legs are just giving me a hard time, or maybe it’s the opposite.”

“We should get going.”

Saying this, the General approached him and even though Minho tried to step forwards so his friend wouldn’t see what he was looking at… the soldier had obviously a good sense of observation. He looked out of the window and raised his eyebrows with surprise, before he straightened up and gave a look at his king. The latter had his face closed, without any facial expression, but he couldn’t fool someone who had known him for so long.

Without a word at first, Jinki took him by the waist and helped him as they both started to walk again. He had visited him as he had planned to, and found Minho getting dressed and ready to leave somewhere, sitting on his bed. Naturally, they had agreed to walk together, the General helping his friend since the latter’s legs were still struggling to obey their owner. However, he was doing greater day by day and wouldn’t need help anymore in a few days.

As they had left the window and were slowly walking towards the King’s Office, Jinki decided to make the other man talk a bit.

“You’re assuming things, you know ?” He said, making the King tense up.

“This looked pretty clear to me.” The latter replied, his tone a bit sharper than he wanted. “You saw what I saw, didn’t you ?”

“I did. I saw two friends meeting again after months of being separated, and hugging to celebrate.”

“Friends. Don’t try to sugar coat, Jinki, you’re not good at that. It was stupid of me to think he could forget him.”

“The Prince will never forget, no one can forget their first experience. But I think you’re misunderstanding things here, considering how close the two of you are by now…”

“Maybe, but now that he is back here, I’m sure everything will come back to what we were before.”

“That’s impossible, it would be scrapping months of growing trust and affection. Get a grip on yourself, jealousy is something perfectly normal to feel but it doesn’t mean you have to be that pessimistic.”

Minho didn’t answer, not because he thought his friend was right but because he didn’t want to say something out of jealousy that he would regret later. Thankfully, Jinki had never been the kind to force words out of his mouth, he would just leave him be as soon as he would stop talking.

An awkward silence fell on them as they walked, slowly but surely reaching the office. The General opened the door and followed his sovereign inside, watching him taking his seat behind his desk. Over the past days, the amount of scrolls had kept growing on the furniture, since the King had been unable to leave his bed and read everything. It would have been a too difficult task for his husband to fulfill, for he hadn’t been educated to this kind of a kingdom’s matters.

Paperwork was certainly the more boring and tiring thing a ruler had to go through, however it was the only way to keep track of many things as well as communicating with fellows and people. Minho was far from enjoyed to find them again. Without a word and under Jinki’s eyes, who was standing not far from him, he took each scroll and arranged them on the desk according to their topic. He would take the time needed to read everything later, he needed a good organisation before.

After a few minutes, he frowned when taking one that was already unsealed, with an emblem he immediately recognised : it was Mongje’s, the palm of a feminine hand surrounded by a flying untied ribbon. It took only a few seconds for his memory to hit him, and he cursed under his breath, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Jinki.

“Is there a problem ?” The latter asked, watching his sovereign open the scroll and reading it, before pinching the top of his nose. “Minho, what’s wrong ?”

“I fucked up.” The King replied, making the other raise his eyebrows at that language.

“What did you do ? I’m sure it’s repairable.”

“Do you remember the day we held the festival for the people ? When was it ?”

“You mean the day you got hurt… It was ten days ago. Why ?”

“I wanted to keep it for the day after because it could wait, but on that morning, I received a message from the Queen of Maguk. She had been forced to postpone our meeting, because of the loss of her very young child.”

“Yes, I remember that, that’s why you decided to go to Dongjeo instead. Is there something wrong with her Majesty ?”

“Nothing, nothing wrong. But in her message, she was actually replying positively to my very first proposal of meeting. She invites the Prince and I in her kingdom, and she precise that she was preparing our arrival for two weeks following the good reception of this letter.”

The General immediately cursed in his turn, approaching the desk and taking the scroll to read it himself. Indeed, the Queen was accepting a meeting and just doing her role by announcing a date ; since Minho had proposed their encounter in a first place but she had had to refuse, he had replied her message with an official postponing accompanied with a reiterated demand.

This meant they couldn’t refuse, and it was way too late anyway. They only had four days left to be in Maguk, so the journey had to start at the very least two days later. It was beyond impossible.

“You can’t travel.” Jinki said, looking at his friend and quietly hoping the latter wouldn’t even try something that dangerous. “Minho, you can’t. You can barely walk around ten minutes without having to stop, it’s not just about your legs having a temporary after-effect. It’s about your overall health and energy, you can’t risk your life.”

“And what should I do ?” The Kind replied. “It’s too late to refuse and I can’t refuse in a first place, it would be a disrespect towards the Queen. These journeys are made to ensure peace, not to create a political conflict.”

“But you can’t travel !”

“I know !”

Minho had shouted his last sentence and hit the desk with his fist at the same time, making the soldier flinch as the powerful voice resounded against the walls. The veins on his temples were threatening to pop, and his face was red with irritation. He wasn’t angry at Jinki, far from that. It was a whole, the frustration of not being able to move alone combined to that multitude of feelings he had towards his husband and the jealousy that came with it.

Unfortunately, the new issue had been the final straw to what he could handle at a same moment, and it had all been thrown to the General’s face. The latter was standing straight, his face serious and betraying his shock, for he had never seen his childhood friend burst out that way. Never. It was a blessing that Lee Jinki wasn’t one to answer a show of anger with anger, as he remained calm and quiet.

“I… I didn’t mean to yell at you.” The King eventually said, sighing. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“Of course it will happen again.” The soldier said. “You are a king now, you will learn to handle the pressure it means, but it will take time. Shouting is fine, as long as you do it with me and not in the middle of a council.”

“Yes… I’m trapped. I can’t not go, it would be an insult.”

“You couldn’t plan to fall ill and to be in such a physical state… we have to find a solution. If there is one.”

As soon as he said these words, the two men heard laughters coming from outside and slowly coming their way. Minho recognised his husband’s so easily identifiable voice, and didn’t have any difficulty to guess the other two were his friends. The solution was coming to them, and he hadn’t any other choice than to give it a try… He notified his friend about what he wanted him to do, and watched Jinki nod and leave the office before walking towards the three men.

He heard the voices fading until he could only make out a blather being the soldier’s command, and waited. Within a few seconds, the General was back in his office, holding the door for the Prince who entered with furrowed eyebrows at the sight of his King. Following him were his young companion, whose eyes looked horribly tired, and his former teacher with his wise expression as always.

“My King ?” Kibum asked as he was the one to approach the desk. “You seem troubled, more than I’ve ever seen you.”

“I am about to request something from you, something I feel extremely ashamed to ask.” Minho only said, making his husband grow even more worried. “It is my mistake that should be repaired, and I apologise that it has to be on your shoulders.”

“Please do so. If I can do anything to put you out of an embarrassment, I will gladly grant your request.”

The King took a deep breath and looked up to meet the Prince’s eyes, handing him the unsealed scroll.

“On the day I got hurt, I received a message from the Queen Hyoyeon of Maguk.” He explained. “It was an official reply to my previous letter that was presenting my condolences to her family for the loss of their son.”

“I remember, we had to postpone our journey to grant her the right to mourn peacefully.” His husband nodded, taking the paper and quickly reading it.

“Precisely. My letter was also containing a reiterated proposal for an encounter, which she only had to accept and accompany with a date I would yield to.”

“Fourteen days as from the day you will receive this message… which means we only have… four days left ?”

“Yes, but I am afraid I am not in the state to travel, and refusing would be like insulting the Queen and declaring war.”

Kibum widened his eyes ad he looked up, noticing the anger on his husband’s face. Minho was hating himself for forgetting about such an important matter, and even more for the fact he couldn’t do his duty.

“My King…” The raven haired man ended up calling him. “What do you want me to do ?”

“The only solution is for you to travel alone, on our behalf.” The other man said, his teeth gritted. “To fix something I messed up myself.”

“By the Gods, what are you saying… you were shot and poisoned, you cannot blame yourself for not being able to grant a request, from anyone. You were not in the right state to remember about this message nor to warn me about it, and I could have seen it myself if I had taken a look at paperwork during your convalescence. No one is to blame.”

“Still, this is something I am forcing on you.”

“And I will go and represent us like you would have done for me in Dongjeo.”

The King finally looked up, surprised by the determination in his husband’s tone and eyes. Pleasantly surprised, and the lump in his throat slowly reduced.

“Would you…?” He managed to ask.

“Of course I would, and I will.” Kibum affirmed. “Have I not shown myself willing to properly serve you ? I am completely opposed to the simple thought of letting you travel, my biggest wish is for your good recovery.”

“Do you feel ready to meet a ruler alone ? I am beyond certain of your abilities but I want to know if you feel fine about it. Queen Hyoyeon is the most important ruler after myself.”

“I am ready for this, my King. You can put your trust in me, I will encounter her on your behalf with pride.”

Minho pondered the Prince’s words, for a long moment that felt like hours to the other quiet men in the room. If it hadn’t been for the General to clear his throat and draw him out of his thoughts, it could have lasted even longer.

“Then I shall thank you, my Prince, for accepting to fix this mistake of mine.” He announced, straightening up. “I believe you will represent Jinju with all the magnificence our kingdom deserves.”

“I will not disappoint you, my King.” Kibum replied. “When should I expect to leave ?”

“In two days, at dawn. We will do our best to prepare the journey in this short lapse of time, please only focus on your belongings. Who will accompany you ?”

“I will, your Highness.” Jinki stepped forwards, surprising his sovereign. “I will ensure his Grace’s safety during the journey and his stay at Maguk, and will also provide him all the help and advices he will need.”

“Thank you, General.” The Prince smiled. “I will also take my companion with me, and I would like to ask you a favour.”

“A favour ?” Minho raised an eyebrow. “I am all ears.”

“I would like you to accept the presence of Sir Jonghyun as your helper for the time we are away. I definitely do not want you to risk your health and although I am aware that you dislike receiving help… it is actually not a favour but an order from your husband and Prince.”

The King raised both his eyebrows, taken aback by the Prince’s boldness. He wasn’t extremely enchanted by the idea of spending a few days alone with the man who could steal his husband back, but he guessed he had no choice. He reluctantly nodded as a way to agree, and before he could say anything more, Kibum had asked to be dismissed so Taemin could rest and he could start gathering his belongings.

As soon as he left the office, followed by his two friends, Minho looked a Jinki who just offered him a smile, the kind that said “I told you”. The kind he hated. This definitely signed the beginning of a moody period for the King of Jinju.

Kibum was tossing and turning in his bed, unable to find sleep even when the night was so well advanced. His mind was way too busy with thoughts, precisely wonders about what he could have done so wrong lately, for his husband to be so closed and distant. He had spent the last two days running here and there in the palace to make sure everything was getting ready for his journey, that would start a few hours after. However, he had always taken time to visit the King in his quarters, as usual.

Yet, their meetings hadn’t come as well as they used to, Minho being incredibly in a foul mood that made him quite unbearable. He was remaining quiet, giving the impression to not give any attention to what his Prince was saying, and even refusing help. Kibum had frowned more in two days than in his own life, and he had even ended up snapping at the sovereign, leaving him alone for a few hours the day before after telling him he was acting like a spoiled child and it didn’t look like him.

He had immediately regretting his words until the General himself had come to him to reassure him… and say he had done the right thing, because the King had reflected and was waiting for him to apologise. Apologise he did, however he remained moody as hell and the raven haired man couldn’t think of leaving for a few days without knowing what was going in his husband’s mind.

As he sat up straight and looked on the side, he smiled. Lying next to him, Taemin was peacefully sleeping, his hair covering half of his face as he was holding his pillow tight. For the nights following his confession, Kibum had proposed his young friend to sleep with him just like when they were children and teens, since he had a constant need to be reassured because of his identity crisis. It was just sleeping in the presence of someone he trusted, so his sleep wasn’t bothered by his lonely thoughts.

The Prince softly pushed his strands away from his eyes and slid out of bed, carefully putting the sheet on his friend. He adjusted his own shirt on his shoulder and thighs before putting his slippers on, and leaned on his bedside table to light a candle. He then took its metallic stand in his hand and quietly left his quarters, closing the door as discreetly as possible.

Thankfully, everyone was asleep in the palace so he would go unnoticed. Still, he made sure to be extremely silent with his feet grazing the floor, as he walked through the long corridor that was separating his room from the king’s. In no time, he was facing the huge door and he felt his heart beat faster, his stomach tighten. He was anxious, but he couldn’t allow himself to leave without being sure that nothing was wrong between his husband and him.

Gathering his courage, Kibum took a deep breath before he opened the royal quarters’ door, slipping inside and closing the panel just as quietly. Carefully, he approached the bed and made out the silhouette of the King, lying on his side and offering him his back, with the sheet only covering his lower part. He was bare chest, and the Prince distinguished his scar thanks to the candle light before he put the object on the bedside table. Slowly, he leaned on the asleep man and softly put his hand on his shoulder.

What he hadn’t expected was for Minho to immediately grab his wrist with his other hand, and sitting up at a fast clip with a sword threatening his throat. He gasped, his eyes widening with a sudden fear as he made his best effort not to scream. The King frowned when he noticed who the intruder was, and he lowered his blade.

“My Prince ?” He asked. “I could have hurt you ! What are you doing here ?”

“Wh-Why do you have a sword in your bed ?” Kibum only asked in return, still in shock.

“Just… a matter of safety, I always have my sword under the bolster.”

With these words, Minho put his weapon back to from he had taken it, letting go of the other man’s wrist. When he turned towards the latter again, both men stared at each other for a few seconds.

“You should be asleep.” The King eventually spoke. “Your journey starts soon.”

“I can’t sleep, I suppose I will catch up in the chariot.” Kibum replied, sitting at the edge of the bed. “My King… I can’t sleep because of you.”

“Because of me ? Our rooms are countless feet away from each other.”

“See, that’s exactly why I can’t sleep. What did I do to deserve the cold shoulder you’re giving me for two days ?”

“I’m sorry ?”

“You heard me well, don’t think I didn’t notice it. Since the day you asked me to go alone, you’re being extremely cold with me. You reject me. And don’t you dare denying, I wouldn’t be there if it was just a mistake.”

Minho stared at husband, keeping quiet for a few seconds. Obviously he wasn’t used to have someone other than Jinki asking him to explain himself with such a determination. But he couldn’t deny the hurt in Kibum’s eyes any longer, he was suffering from his behaviour and he had all the right to. He knew he had been awful, because of his jealousy and so he could perhaps live better the next few days far from him… with someone he thought as his rival taking care of him.

The King realised thanks to his husband’s eyes that he had gone way too far with his attitude. His heart sunk into a sea of regrets and he slowly sighed.

“You’re right.” He said. “I’ve been distant.”

“Did I do something wrong…?” The Prince asked. “I know I can say things that exceed my thoughts sometimes but I don’t remember saying something that could have hurt you ? Was it because… I didn’t come to see you enough…?”

“No, no, it’s nothing about that.”

“Then what could have made you act that way, I don’t understand…”

“I… I was dying of jealousy. I know, it’s ridiculous.”

Kibum raised his eyebrows. Jealousy ?

“What do you mean, my King…?” He asked, gently taking his husband’s hand in his. “What jealousy are you talking about, did I not show you how… how dear I hold you in my heart…?”

“You showed it so well, that’s why my attitude is beyond stupid.” Minho replied. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately and… I don’t know, what if what we’re sharing isn’t what I think it is ?”

“You will have to explain me the depths of your mind, I don’t understand…”

“I mean… What if you’re interested in me because… because I’m the only one around you ? It’s my fault if you were alone in a first place, because I sent the dearest person you had away…”

“Don’t tell me… you’re thinking I’m using you as some kind of… replacement ? Because I don’t have anyone else than you around me for months ?”

“Stupid, right…”

The Prince stayed dumbfounded, his mouth half opened as he could have never imagined that.

“My King… how did it get into your head that I could use you like that…” He ended up sighing, a smile enlightening his features. “I though I had hurt you…”

“I got hurt, in a way, but not by you.” The sovereign replied, lowering his eyes. “I saw you with Sir Jonghyun and I don’t know, it was like we were back to the days following our wedding, I thought…”

“You thought I would go back with him and cheat again ?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be… I promise you there is no such thing between us anymore. We talked about it, indeed, but… it was only because we hadn’t seen each other for long. I don’t plan to go back with him, my King, I promise I won’t.”

Minho looked up when he felt fingers under his chin, and his eyes met his husband’s, the latter’s soft smile quickly making him smile in return. Within a few seconds, Kibum climbed on the bed and straddled the other man, sitting on his thighs with his own legs bent. He put both his hands on his cheeks and caressed them with his thumbs.

“I promise you…” He whispered. “The only person I want now… is you…”

“You promise…?” The King asked with the same tone, his arms softly circling the other man’s waist. “That’s a really committing promise…”

“And I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t mean it… Never give me the cold shoulder again, alright…?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you…”

“It’s fine, I suppose I can forgive you at one condition.”

“Which is…? I hope I can give in to it.”

“Just kiss me.”

“I can.”

The sovereign didn’t wait to be asked twice, his lips drawing a smile before he applied a pressure on his husband’s back to make him come closer. As soon as their face were almost touching each other, he closed the distance by claiming Kibum’s lips with an incredible gentleness. The latter smiled in his turn and circled Minho’s neck, giving in to the kiss with just as much softness, their lips moving against each other slowly, carefully, as if they were made of the most breakable glass.

They were holding onto each other like they always did, as if they were afraid to separate even if only one second. The kiss quickly grew stronger, more passionate, as their lips half opened to let their tongues meet in the middle, then inside one’s mouth. Their bodies were slowly heating up as their breath was going sharper, both men drinking each other’s exhalations. A few seconds later, they weren’t even realising that the Prince was leaning more and more as the King was slowly falling on his back, pulling his husband with him.

When Kibum broke the kiss, he was overhanging his sovereign and offered him a smile before stealing him a quick kiss.

“My journey is soon…” He whispered. “I want to catch up these last tow days before leaving you…”

“Then I shall comply to your desires…” Minho responded, his hand slowly going up the other man’s waist under his night shirt. “We don’t need to do everything, you know, we can just…”

“I know… have you ever…?”

“Nothing… I mean… except lonely things…”

“Then it’s my duty to show you the first steps…”

With a smile, Kibum leaned on his husband and kissed him full on the lips, the other man welcoming him gladly. The latter returned a passionate, hot kiss while his hands were clumsily wandering under the Prince’s shirt, making their way against the warm skin of his waist and back. It was the first time he was touching him that way and although he could feel he wasn’t doing it to perfection, he was adoring it. Feeling the sensation of the smooth milky skin under his fingers was enough to arouse him, and to reduce his previous worry.

Above him, Kibum kissed him in a way that made his head turn, his body asking for more, but he kept quiet and let him do. He certainly knew what he was doing… and the King got his confirmation when he felt the raven haired man move forwards on his thighs, his crotch finding itself against his, since he was already naked under his sheet, and drawing a sigh out of his mouth. Like an instinct, something he didn’t control, his body moved by itself to look for some friction as he felt himself hardening because of the contact.

The Prince slightly laughed, his low voice coming directly from the back of his throat as he straightened up to remove his shirt by making him go over his head. He carelessly threw it on the bed, his hand finding its way on his husband’s cheek as he let the latter observe him. Minho was shamelessly eyeing him, looking at his thin, appealing torso. His collarbones were even more pronounced now that his whole chest was naked, and the King couldn’t love them more. His eyes went lower, detailing the lines and curves of Kibum’s waist and hips, until the body hair on his lower abdomen…

He blushed a bit and looked up, what made the other man laugh and lean on him, pulling him into another kiss. But this time, their moving lips and tongues were accompanied by the Prince hands roaming Minho’s strong torso, caressing his skin and muscles until his their whole bodies were covered with shivers. It was like a real blaze was invading them both, and the only way to appease the fire was to touch each other.

The King moaned when he felt a pressure against his now hardened member, and Kibum sighed in his mouth, proving he had felt it too. Slowly, the man on top slid his hand between their bodies, making its way to their linked crotched until it found what it wanted. Minho gasped when he felt thin, cold fingers closing around his member, closing his eyes and firmly gripping his husband’s hips. He knew what it felt like to have his hand touching himself, but this contact being done by someone else was… beyond fantastic.

The Prince stared at the man under him, smiling at the thought he was the first one carrying him away with only one touch. It was so new for the King that he would certainly reach his highest peak in no time, but he wanted to relish every single second… thus, he slowly made his hand loosen its grip around the thin, long cock of his husband, and made it slide back and forth. He set a steady rhythm up, never ceasing to look at him.

Minho bit his lip and opened his eyes, meeting the other man’s and blushing, yet being immediately reassured by the smile that was offered to him. He somehow felt impressed by the way Kibum knew how to do things, it seemed so easy to him, as if he already knew exactly how to make him feel good. He was just starting to remember that his husband had indeed already done such things with someone else, when a harder stroke on his member shut his thoughts up.

A low moan escaped his throat, that made the Prince bite his lower lip and decide he also needed to feel this same pleasure. Slowly, surprising the other man, he approached their cocks even closer, until they were touching each other and aligned.

“Oh God…” Minho moaned and closed his eyes as he felt Kibum’s hand open a bit to close again, this time around both their cocks at once.

He hadn’t time to think more as the Prince immediately started stroking them, his long and thin fingers having no difficulty to hold them both. The latter kept his eyes open to watch his husband’s features twist with pleasure, sweat forming in his forehead and chest. He hadn’t even looked at his cock but he could feel that it was different from his, admittedly thiner but also longer. However, they were both in the same state, wet with precum, swollen and warm.

The steady rhythm he had set up for a few seconds ended up not being enough, and Kibum fastened his wrist’s gesture as he leaned on to capture Minho’s lips. The latter immediately caught his nape with one of his hand, the other one going from his hip to his back and holding onto it. They kissed shamelessly, not caring about the noise their make, kissing sounds arousing them even more than just the sound of their wet cocks being stroked together.

The royal quarters were filled with sighs and muffled moans, both men living the same raw feeling as their bodies and minds were on the same wavelength. The King suddenly felt his whole body tense up as a familiar yet stronger sensation invaded his crotch, and he held firmly onto his husband’s body, pulling him closer as his sight was going white. In no time, his breathing went sharper, broken, and a stronger stroker made him touch the stars. With his mouth half open against Kibum’s lips, Minho let his pleasure out, his whole body trembling and covered with sweat and shivers.

The Prince never ceased his movement, his own orgasm soon drawn by the sensation of his husband’s ecstasy. They felt their torsos being splattered with something warm, the feeling accompanying it being so delightful that their bodies slowly lost all the strength they had just a moment before. Kibum resisted a few seconds more until his arm didn’t respond anymore, and he let go of their cocks to hold himself on Minho’s body, palm against the mattress.

The sensation of being knocked out was holding them both in the same immaculate space, where the only thing they could see were stars. The raven haired man eventually let his body rest on the other’s, not caring about their cum melting into each other. Silence fell in the room, if it wasn’t for the lovers’ desynchronised breathings.

The King was the first one to open his eyes, staring at the celling where he could still see the remains of stars he had just seen behind his close eyelids. His sight remained blurry for a few seconds, the perfect illustration of his mind at the moment, and once he started snapping out of his orgasm, his grip turned into a soft caress on his husband’s back. Kibum had his face buried in his neck, his breathing still intermittent, and Minho let him take his time to come back from heavens by gently stroking him.

He knew that moment had come when he felt the Prince’s nose brushing against his skin as to look for his warmth and embrace. He let him do as he wanted, only smiling and hugging him tighter. He was too happy to think about anything else than the man lying on top of him, all of his worries disappearing from his mind. His bed had never felt this comfortable.

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