a quest for kings
a quest for kings
nc-17, sekai
2596 wc
prompt: fantasy!au (urban) and this from exopromptmeme
Jongin's red cape flaps behind him as he rides, face pressed closed to his horse's mane and hands gripping tight to her reins. Midday sweat trails down his body beneath rich layers of fine clothes, darkening some parts of the clothing pressed between certain areas. His sword, missing its scabbard, gleams from its position strapped in the saddle of his horse.
The sun bears down on him, hot and angry, and the wind barely offers a breath of reprieve.
He had been riding since the dawn broke on the first day, leaving his castle armed with his advisors' knowledge and his people's blessings to search for a princess worthy to be beside him to rule over his kingdom.
He had been informed, via the researches made from various transcripts unearthed from beneath his predecessor's bedchambers, about the invisible stronghold in the south. It was just beyond the scope of his lands, the trail and the tower hidden by a powerful ward that only the purest of hearts can cross. It was said to have been kept alive by ancient magic, keeping its inhabitants frozen in time.
His name is Jongin, descendant of the most noble lineage of Kim, current king of the land of Exo. He is unmarried, most unheard of in the history of his kingdom (especially considering his highly praised looks and personality), and currently in a quest to remedy that little glitch in his reign.
He heads towards the land of heaths, only with a week’s worth of provisions, the finest horse in his kingdom, and a sword forged from the best steel and imbibed with powerful enchantments from the elusive witches of the west.
It is the third day in his journey, almost noon judging from the position of the sun, and he can already see the faint shimmer of nothingness in the distance. Within a few more minutes, he will finally reach the edge of that magical ward and begin the real quest to finding himself a queen.
-
“I guess this is it,” Jongin mutters, dismounting from his horse and patting her neck for her good work in the continuous journey. He ties the rein on the well-placed tree right next to the shimmering barrier.
He removes his cape and drapes it over the saddle before pulling his sword free. He steps closer to the edge, observing the bubble-like quality of the ward.
The magical wall looks like a mirror, showing the tree and his horse and himself and the vast plains behind him. Nothing that indicates what really lies beyond. This, apparently, is a deadly barrier that burns anything that comes into a direct contact with it.
“Time to prove the usefulness of those witches.” He raises his sword above his head, preparing to strike, “If I die, I’m going to hunt my advisors.”
Jongin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and swings.
The loud crack echoes on the open field, his ears ringing from the sound and his arms shaking from the force of impact. It was just like hitting a thick mirror, albeit spanning a whole hectare.
He opens his eyes at the sound of breaking, a spider web of cracks appear from where his sword met the barrier. It spreads until chips of it starts falling, turning to dust before it hits the ground. He watches in fascination as a thick number of large trees appear before him, probably the entrance to a forest. The crack gets larger and larger until he is enough to step through and see the black tower in the distance.
Jongin looks back on his horse and contemplates on whether he should bring her inside when the sound of tinkling bells reaches his ears.
He stares as the edges of the opening starts to glow. The sparkling dust from the ground is rising towards it and-
“Uh, okay.” He hops through just as the barrier reforms behind him with a deafening sound of a rubber band snapping back into place.
Jongin turns back and still sees land outside the barrier and hears the whines of his horse as her master disappears to nowhere. He silently blesses his horse and wills her to not to come too close, her reins long enough to leave her able to slightly move around.
“Okay,” Jongin heaves a large sigh. “This better be worth it.”
He starts the long trudge to the ominous looking tower in the distance.
-
“You’re not a princess.” Jongin deadpans, his once fine clothes torn and dirtied from battling all sorts of fantasy monsters suddenly appearing along the way.
He is tired, dirty, and even sweatier, as he stumbles from the thorny bushes into a beautiful garden with a pretty boy dressed in silk clothes sipping tea like one of his kingdom’s nobles.
Definitely not the princess he’s looking for.
“I’ve never been one for as long as I can remember.” The boy, with the whitest complexion and the most pinkish lips noticeable even from his position, calmly puts his teacup down and sweeps his gaze over him.
Jongin fidgets, somehow concerned on how the state of his being might come across to the other boy.
What if he is the guardian of the princess or something?
“What is your business here, king?”
Jongin swallows as the pretty boy (trap, oh god, this a trap) tilts his head, eyeing him speculatively from beneath his lowered lashes.
“Um,” damn it, kings do not stutter, Joonmyeon’s voice echoes in his head, “I’m looking for the princess?”
The boy stills for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing, exposing the long column of his throat and the small mole on the side of his neck. Jongin takes offence before inconspicuously adjusting his suddenly suffocating collar in response.
“Didn’t you come across the two roads?”
“The one with the signs?”
The boy looked at him with the oddest expression, like he’s torn between a look of pity and chortling out loud. “Why didn’t you head to the swamps?”
“What?”
“The prince and the frog? Didn’t your caretakers ever read that bedtime story to you?”
“But, but that’s a myth!”
Jongin glares as the boy rolls his eyes and snorts. “I’m supposed to be a myth. Seriously, Tiffany isn’t getting any younger.”
“Fine, then, I’m going to turn around and head to that direction.”
“Too late, the path would have vanished as soon as you took a step in my road.” The boy huffs, “Why is it that kings and princes always go to the tower? Is it some kind of chauvinistic stupidity to always go straight to the tower?” He puffs his cheeks, exaggeratedly pouting in irritation.
Jongin adjusts his trousers this time.
“What’s your name, anyway? And is there any way I could get the princess?”
“Well no, none that I know of.” He is subjected to a mocking head-to-toe look. “What is your name first, oh brave king?”
“Sorry. It’s Kim Jongin. From of the land of Exo.”
“Ah~” The boy stands and he doesn’t fail to notice that the other has a tall lean physique, a slightly broad chest that narrows down to a small waist befitting of a girl’s. “My name is Sehun,” and Jongin’s gaze is transfixed to the way the other sashays towards him.
Sehun comes to a complete halt before him and his fingers unconsciously loosen around the hilt of his sword.
“I haven’t been a very good host,” Sehun reaches for his hand and Jongin almost drops the sword in his own foot. “Come, let’s get you fixed.”
Jongin almost wishes he’s facing a dragon instead.
-
“Were you trapped here too?” Jongin asks as he strips of his shredded clothes, a fresh pair on top of a lavishly decorated bed.
He hears the clinks of ceramic wares as Sehun moves around outside, probably preparing some food for himself and, if he’s lucky, some for him as well.
“No, I warded myself here as soon as I was able to.”
This made Jongin pause from tying the final knot on his trousers.
“Uh, I must have heard incorrectly. You trapped yourself here?”
“My mother thought I was too irresistible for my own good.” Jongin almost swallows his own tongue as the door opens and Sehun enters, wearing a flimsy silk gown that leaves nothing hidden and balancing a tray of food on his hands. “I happen to agree with her at the time.”
“Wha-” Jongin sputters, hands reflexively moving to cover his crotch and his healthy body’s reaction. “What are you wearing? That’s indecent!”
Sehun raises a brow, letting the door slip shut behind, and moves to put the tray on the bedside table. Jongin flushes as he gets a full view of Sehun’s back, his eyes moving to the lower part beyond his will.
Oh good lord, may his noble ancestor bless him.
“I’ve been staying here for decades and I’ve learned that the climate doesn’t change at all.” Sehun turns around and Jongin gets an eyeful of Sehun’s very private part before clearing his throat awkwardly and guiltily raising his gaze up, meeting Sehun’s amused own. “It gets very hot around here.”
“Uh,” Jongin blanks out for a moment, distracted as Sehun inappropriately wets his lips with a dart of his tongue. “I understand.”
“Good! Then, I suppose you’re ready to go back?”
“No! I mean, yes, wait, um,” He looks around, trying to find a reason to linger for, well, he doesn’t really know either.
“Any more questions, King Jongin?”
“Yes! Questions.” His eyes stray back down, “Huge. Questions.” Jongin tries to swallow down the sudden heat flaring up his body, “I mean, I have a huge amount,” he hears the snickers that Sehun attempts to muffle. “Of questions I’d like to suc- ask! Like to ask!”
He is going to need some speech therapy from his royal physician as soon as he gets back.
“I’ve stopped aging ever since my twenty-first birthday.” Jongin blinks at the complete non sequitur. “How old are you again, King?”
“Twenty-two.” He bites his lip as Sehun sits on the bed, crossing his legs demurely but only succeeding in emphasizing the visible part of his, well, private (forbidden, Jongin, you came here for a princess not for some virgin boy) parts.
Unfortunately, his libido has some mind of its own. Not that he learned anything remotely useful from his royal teachers about this, only the rule against siring bastards around the kingdom.
It isn’t even applicable in this circumstance anyway.
“I think it’s been decades since I saw a king that even remotely looks as gorgeous as you do.”
“Uh,” so this boy isn’t as pure as he thought then?
“So I always banish them back outside the edge of the barrier.” Sehun smirks at him, laying down his bed and putting his obviously good looks to efficient use. “You’re really the first person who actually came inside my tower. Aside from me, of course.” The pretty boy gestures his hand around. “You can have food, if you want to. Feel free to have anything.”
Well, okay, if he puts it that way.
Jongin bows his head and murmurs, “Thank you for the food,” then starts to unknot the laces on his trousers.
-
The problem, Jongin soon finds out, is that Sehun is a pretty boy with absolutely no experience but with a lot of theoretical knowledge.
“Wai- Ow, wait, Sehun, ouch.” Jongin leans back, gently tugging Sehun away by his hair. He rubs two fingers over the sensitive area, unintentionally hurt by brushing along Sehun’s teeth.
“Did I do something wrong? The books said…” Sehun trails off as he wipes his slick mouth with the back of his hand, looking up and blinking in confusion from his position in the middle of Jongin’s legs. “I read that a little pain stimulation would feel really good.”
“Maybe? But that’s a little too much for you right now.” Jongin shakes his head and pulls Sehun up to his lap, the younger (well, technically) parting slender legs and putting his arms around him. “And I’m not even going to ask where you got those books.”
Sehun bounces a little, the movement causing them both to moan and Sehun to grind just a bit rougher and faster. Jongin has to grip Sehun’s hip to force him to stop before his learning quest prematurely ends.
“Are you really sure about this?” Jongin tries to meet Sehun’s eyes, trying to convey the importance of this moment. He fails though, as Sehun immediately captures his mouth as soon as he raised his head. Their lips meet awkwardly, Sehun’s a bit too high and his own opened that Sehun’s lower lip slides inside and he almost bites it in surprise.
He takes control of the kiss and lies back down to the soft bed, Sehun lying fully on top of him. One of his arm circles Sehun’s narrow waist and the other moves down to caress the soft mounds of flesh but not any further.
Sehun makes an impatient noise in between their deepening kiss before he tilts back a bit, murmuring something foreign and Jongin suddenly has his fingers coated in oil.
Oh.
He never knew magic is that handy.
“I’ve had decades to think about this.” Sehun looks down at him, “The last time I asked, you were looking for a princess to be your queen. You should be asking yourself that.” The pretty, pretty boy shifts and impishly grins before holding him tight and slowly strokes up and down. “Not that you can say no or stop anymore.”
The preposterous idea never crossed his mind. He’s not the kind of king that does anything by half.
Sehun’s face burrows in Jongin neck when a finger slips in, presses his lips against shoulder when the second is added, and all out biting when the third finger joined the rest. They kiss and Jongin scissors until Sehun begins whining for more.
Jongin positions Sehun in all fours considering that this is his first time. Jongin had learned along the way that this is the best position for minimizing the pain that Sehun will inevitably feel.
“Do your magic again.” He instructs and Sehun complies, repeating the same foreign word and slicking up Jongin and his own orifice.
Jongin positions himself and slowly slides in, Sehun making a low moan as he tries to adjust at the bigger intrusion in his body. Jongin is mesmerized by the tight heat and the flawless back presented to him, making it far harder for him to wait and stay still.
“Those books,” Sehun groans into the sheets, “are stupid.” He met Jongin’s gaze and his side profile coupled with that tearful eyes almost broke Jongin’s restraint. “Move now, King Jongin.”
And Jongin does.
They rock to an uneven rhythm, Jongin doing all the work by himself. But the pleasured sounds increased, Sehun now thrusting his back and meeting Jongin halfway in each snap of his hips.
Soon, both of them were crying out each other’s names, Jongin slowing down in shallow thrusts and Sehun collapsing bonelessly beneath him. They separate and Sehun curls against him.
They’re silent for a moment, both lost in thought and comfortable warmth.
Sehun mumbles, pulling the covers over them. “What about your princess?”
Jongin shrugs, honestly forgetting that part and enjoying his current position.
“I’ve found a pretty magical prince instead. I don’t think the kingdom would oppose to that.”
His statement earned him a beautiful smile with eyes lighting up in delight.
Yes, this quest is definitely worth it.
finally wrote one proper (if this is considered proper) fic for my otp ;u;
and i'm having some oz feels atm so tada~
ps. i also tweaked some things and grammar from the first post on exopromptmeme ^^
pps. i may have used the word pretty a thousand times lol
nc-17, sekai
2596 wc
prompt: fantasy!au (urban) and this from exopromptmeme
Jongin's red cape flaps behind him as he rides, face pressed closed to his horse's mane and hands gripping tight to her reins. Midday sweat trails down his body beneath rich layers of fine clothes, darkening some parts of the clothing pressed between certain areas. His sword, missing its scabbard, gleams from its position strapped in the saddle of his horse.
The sun bears down on him, hot and angry, and the wind barely offers a breath of reprieve.
He had been riding since the dawn broke on the first day, leaving his castle armed with his advisors' knowledge and his people's blessings to search for a princess worthy to be beside him to rule over his kingdom.
He had been informed, via the researches made from various transcripts unearthed from beneath his predecessor's bedchambers, about the invisible stronghold in the south. It was just beyond the scope of his lands, the trail and the tower hidden by a powerful ward that only the purest of hearts can cross. It was said to have been kept alive by ancient magic, keeping its inhabitants frozen in time.
His name is Jongin, descendant of the most noble lineage of Kim, current king of the land of Exo. He is unmarried, most unheard of in the history of his kingdom (especially considering his highly praised looks and personality), and currently in a quest to remedy that little glitch in his reign.
He heads towards the land of heaths, only with a week’s worth of provisions, the finest horse in his kingdom, and a sword forged from the best steel and imbibed with powerful enchantments from the elusive witches of the west.
It is the third day in his journey, almost noon judging from the position of the sun, and he can already see the faint shimmer of nothingness in the distance. Within a few more minutes, he will finally reach the edge of that magical ward and begin the real quest to finding himself a queen.
-
“I guess this is it,” Jongin mutters, dismounting from his horse and patting her neck for her good work in the continuous journey. He ties the rein on the well-placed tree right next to the shimmering barrier.
He removes his cape and drapes it over the saddle before pulling his sword free. He steps closer to the edge, observing the bubble-like quality of the ward.
The magical wall looks like a mirror, showing the tree and his horse and himself and the vast plains behind him. Nothing that indicates what really lies beyond. This, apparently, is a deadly barrier that burns anything that comes into a direct contact with it.
“Time to prove the usefulness of those witches.” He raises his sword above his head, preparing to strike, “If I die, I’m going to hunt my advisors.”
Jongin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and swings.
The loud crack echoes on the open field, his ears ringing from the sound and his arms shaking from the force of impact. It was just like hitting a thick mirror, albeit spanning a whole hectare.
He opens his eyes at the sound of breaking, a spider web of cracks appear from where his sword met the barrier. It spreads until chips of it starts falling, turning to dust before it hits the ground. He watches in fascination as a thick number of large trees appear before him, probably the entrance to a forest. The crack gets larger and larger until he is enough to step through and see the black tower in the distance.
Jongin looks back on his horse and contemplates on whether he should bring her inside when the sound of tinkling bells reaches his ears.
He stares as the edges of the opening starts to glow. The sparkling dust from the ground is rising towards it and-
“Uh, okay.” He hops through just as the barrier reforms behind him with a deafening sound of a rubber band snapping back into place.
Jongin turns back and still sees land outside the barrier and hears the whines of his horse as her master disappears to nowhere. He silently blesses his horse and wills her to not to come too close, her reins long enough to leave her able to slightly move around.
“Okay,” Jongin heaves a large sigh. “This better be worth it.”
He starts the long trudge to the ominous looking tower in the distance.
-
“You’re not a princess.” Jongin deadpans, his once fine clothes torn and dirtied from battling all sorts of fantasy monsters suddenly appearing along the way.
He is tired, dirty, and even sweatier, as he stumbles from the thorny bushes into a beautiful garden with a pretty boy dressed in silk clothes sipping tea like one of his kingdom’s nobles.
Definitely not the princess he’s looking for.
“I’ve never been one for as long as I can remember.” The boy, with the whitest complexion and the most pinkish lips noticeable even from his position, calmly puts his teacup down and sweeps his gaze over him.
Jongin fidgets, somehow concerned on how the state of his being might come across to the other boy.
What if he is the guardian of the princess or something?
“What is your business here, king?”
Jongin swallows as the pretty boy (trap, oh god, this a trap) tilts his head, eyeing him speculatively from beneath his lowered lashes.
“Um,” damn it, kings do not stutter, Joonmyeon’s voice echoes in his head, “I’m looking for the princess?”
The boy stills for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing, exposing the long column of his throat and the small mole on the side of his neck. Jongin takes offence before inconspicuously adjusting his suddenly suffocating collar in response.
“Didn’t you come across the two roads?”
“The one with the signs?”
The boy looked at him with the oddest expression, like he’s torn between a look of pity and chortling out loud. “Why didn’t you head to the swamps?”
“What?”
“The prince and the frog? Didn’t your caretakers ever read that bedtime story to you?”
“But, but that’s a myth!”
Jongin glares as the boy rolls his eyes and snorts. “I’m supposed to be a myth. Seriously, Tiffany isn’t getting any younger.”
“Fine, then, I’m going to turn around and head to that direction.”
“Too late, the path would have vanished as soon as you took a step in my road.” The boy huffs, “Why is it that kings and princes always go to the tower? Is it some kind of chauvinistic stupidity to always go straight to the tower?” He puffs his cheeks, exaggeratedly pouting in irritation.
Jongin adjusts his trousers this time.
“What’s your name, anyway? And is there any way I could get the princess?”
“Well no, none that I know of.” He is subjected to a mocking head-to-toe look. “What is your name first, oh brave king?”
“Sorry. It’s Kim Jongin. From of the land of Exo.”
“Ah~” The boy stands and he doesn’t fail to notice that the other has a tall lean physique, a slightly broad chest that narrows down to a small waist befitting of a girl’s. “My name is Sehun,” and Jongin’s gaze is transfixed to the way the other sashays towards him.
Sehun comes to a complete halt before him and his fingers unconsciously loosen around the hilt of his sword.
“I haven’t been a very good host,” Sehun reaches for his hand and Jongin almost drops the sword in his own foot. “Come, let’s get you fixed.”
Jongin almost wishes he’s facing a dragon instead.
-
“Were you trapped here too?” Jongin asks as he strips of his shredded clothes, a fresh pair on top of a lavishly decorated bed.
He hears the clinks of ceramic wares as Sehun moves around outside, probably preparing some food for himself and, if he’s lucky, some for him as well.
“No, I warded myself here as soon as I was able to.”
This made Jongin pause from tying the final knot on his trousers.
“Uh, I must have heard incorrectly. You trapped yourself here?”
“My mother thought I was too irresistible for my own good.” Jongin almost swallows his own tongue as the door opens and Sehun enters, wearing a flimsy silk gown that leaves nothing hidden and balancing a tray of food on his hands. “I happen to agree with her at the time.”
“Wha-” Jongin sputters, hands reflexively moving to cover his crotch and his healthy body’s reaction. “What are you wearing? That’s indecent!”
Sehun raises a brow, letting the door slip shut behind, and moves to put the tray on the bedside table. Jongin flushes as he gets a full view of Sehun’s back, his eyes moving to the lower part beyond his will.
Oh good lord, may his noble ancestor bless him.
“I’ve been staying here for decades and I’ve learned that the climate doesn’t change at all.” Sehun turns around and Jongin gets an eyeful of Sehun’s very private part before clearing his throat awkwardly and guiltily raising his gaze up, meeting Sehun’s amused own. “It gets very hot around here.”
“Uh,” Jongin blanks out for a moment, distracted as Sehun inappropriately wets his lips with a dart of his tongue. “I understand.”
“Good! Then, I suppose you’re ready to go back?”
“No! I mean, yes, wait, um,” He looks around, trying to find a reason to linger for, well, he doesn’t really know either.
“Any more questions, King Jongin?”
“Yes! Questions.” His eyes stray back down, “Huge. Questions.” Jongin tries to swallow down the sudden heat flaring up his body, “I mean, I have a huge amount,” he hears the snickers that Sehun attempts to muffle. “Of questions I’d like to suc- ask! Like to ask!”
He is going to need some speech therapy from his royal physician as soon as he gets back.
“I’ve stopped aging ever since my twenty-first birthday.” Jongin blinks at the complete non sequitur. “How old are you again, King?”
“Twenty-two.” He bites his lip as Sehun sits on the bed, crossing his legs demurely but only succeeding in emphasizing the visible part of his, well, private (forbidden, Jongin, you came here for a princess not for some virgin boy) parts.
Unfortunately, his libido has some mind of its own. Not that he learned anything remotely useful from his royal teachers about this, only the rule against siring bastards around the kingdom.
It isn’t even applicable in this circumstance anyway.
“I think it’s been decades since I saw a king that even remotely looks as gorgeous as you do.”
“Uh,” so this boy isn’t as pure as he thought then?
“So I always banish them back outside the edge of the barrier.” Sehun smirks at him, laying down his bed and putting his obviously good looks to efficient use. “You’re really the first person who actually came inside my tower. Aside from me, of course.” The pretty boy gestures his hand around. “You can have food, if you want to. Feel free to have anything.”
Well, okay, if he puts it that way.
Jongin bows his head and murmurs, “Thank you for the food,” then starts to unknot the laces on his trousers.
-
The problem, Jongin soon finds out, is that Sehun is a pretty boy with absolutely no experience but with a lot of theoretical knowledge.
“Wai- Ow, wait, Sehun, ouch.” Jongin leans back, gently tugging Sehun away by his hair. He rubs two fingers over the sensitive area, unintentionally hurt by brushing along Sehun’s teeth.
“Did I do something wrong? The books said…” Sehun trails off as he wipes his slick mouth with the back of his hand, looking up and blinking in confusion from his position in the middle of Jongin’s legs. “I read that a little pain stimulation would feel really good.”
“Maybe? But that’s a little too much for you right now.” Jongin shakes his head and pulls Sehun up to his lap, the younger (well, technically) parting slender legs and putting his arms around him. “And I’m not even going to ask where you got those books.”
Sehun bounces a little, the movement causing them both to moan and Sehun to grind just a bit rougher and faster. Jongin has to grip Sehun’s hip to force him to stop before his learning quest prematurely ends.
“Are you really sure about this?” Jongin tries to meet Sehun’s eyes, trying to convey the importance of this moment. He fails though, as Sehun immediately captures his mouth as soon as he raised his head. Their lips meet awkwardly, Sehun’s a bit too high and his own opened that Sehun’s lower lip slides inside and he almost bites it in surprise.
He takes control of the kiss and lies back down to the soft bed, Sehun lying fully on top of him. One of his arm circles Sehun’s narrow waist and the other moves down to caress the soft mounds of flesh but not any further.
Sehun makes an impatient noise in between their deepening kiss before he tilts back a bit, murmuring something foreign and Jongin suddenly has his fingers coated in oil.
Oh.
He never knew magic is that handy.
“I’ve had decades to think about this.” Sehun looks down at him, “The last time I asked, you were looking for a princess to be your queen. You should be asking yourself that.” The pretty, pretty boy shifts and impishly grins before holding him tight and slowly strokes up and down. “Not that you can say no or stop anymore.”
The preposterous idea never crossed his mind. He’s not the kind of king that does anything by half.
Sehun’s face burrows in Jongin neck when a finger slips in, presses his lips against shoulder when the second is added, and all out biting when the third finger joined the rest. They kiss and Jongin scissors until Sehun begins whining for more.
Jongin positions Sehun in all fours considering that this is his first time. Jongin had learned along the way that this is the best position for minimizing the pain that Sehun will inevitably feel.
“Do your magic again.” He instructs and Sehun complies, repeating the same foreign word and slicking up Jongin and his own orifice.
Jongin positions himself and slowly slides in, Sehun making a low moan as he tries to adjust at the bigger intrusion in his body. Jongin is mesmerized by the tight heat and the flawless back presented to him, making it far harder for him to wait and stay still.
“Those books,” Sehun groans into the sheets, “are stupid.” He met Jongin’s gaze and his side profile coupled with that tearful eyes almost broke Jongin’s restraint. “Move now, King Jongin.”
And Jongin does.
They rock to an uneven rhythm, Jongin doing all the work by himself. But the pleasured sounds increased, Sehun now thrusting his back and meeting Jongin halfway in each snap of his hips.
Soon, both of them were crying out each other’s names, Jongin slowing down in shallow thrusts and Sehun collapsing bonelessly beneath him. They separate and Sehun curls against him.
They’re silent for a moment, both lost in thought and comfortable warmth.
Sehun mumbles, pulling the covers over them. “What about your princess?”
Jongin shrugs, honestly forgetting that part and enjoying his current position.
“I’ve found a pretty magical prince instead. I don’t think the kingdom would oppose to that.”
His statement earned him a beautiful smile with eyes lighting up in delight.
Yes, this quest is definitely worth it.
finally wrote one proper (if this is considered proper) fic for my otp ;u;
and i'm having some oz feels atm so tada~
ps. i also tweaked some things and grammar from the first post on exopromptmeme ^^
pps. i may have used the word pretty a thousand times lol