Warning: Sexual content ahead.
Min-jun frowned, looking down at the bloodied cloth he’d left abandoned by the tub. That hanbok must’ve been expensive. It would take a lot of scrubbing to get the bloodstains out of it. His maids wouldn’t be happy about that.
He lied back against the lip of the tub, sighing as he lost himself in the warmth of the water around him. It was a salve for his aching body. He could’ve fallen asleep there, had those violet eyes not been boring into him.
“What is it, Your Majesty?” he asked, keeping his eyes shut. If he had to see the King naked and bare again, he might just go mad.
“I’m sorry I left you.” How sentimental. He sounded so apologetic, Min-jun almost felt bad for him.
“Is that all?” Min-jun asked. He spread his legs out before him, trying to get more comfortable in the small tub. “It was my idea, anyhow. You have other things to feel sorry for. Worry about those instead.”
The water splashed as the King drew nearer. Don’t open your eyes. “Are you still upset over what that girl said?”
When his eyes opened, he had a view of the stone ceiling. The King watched him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction. Min-jun turned his face away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.
“I am not upset,” he replied. “She merely reminded me of something I ought not to have forgotten.”
Shit. He’d never hear the end of that one.
“Oh, so you had forgotten?” the King asked, sounding unbearably smug.
“You’re a nuisance.”
The King hummed, far too pleased with himself. “A handsome nuisance.”
“Hmph.” He sulked and propped his elbows up on the edge of the tub. The King followed him.
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“Tbe’gf vblcu la jujlc,” atf Blcu rjlv.
“Gblcu ktja?”
“Cnblvlcu ws ujhf,” atf Blcu gfqilfv. “Qtja? Cgf sbe jogjlv bo ktja wluta tjqqfc lo sbe ibbx ja wf?” Lf ifjcfv lc ab ktlrqfg lc Zlc-pec’r fjg, wjxlcu tlw rtlnfg. Ktja nblmf. Yt, atja nblmf kbeiv yf atf vfjat bo tlw. “Cgf sbe qfgtjqr gfwfwyfglcu atf ijra alwf kf vlv atlr?”
His fingers traced a path down Min-jun’s spine, much like they had back then.
“Though, last time we were, unfortunately, interrupted,” the King said, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from Min-jun’s temple down to his shoulder. Just stay calm. But Min-jun could feel himself reacting to the feather-light touches, as the King pulled him into an embrace.
“Your Majesty,” Min-jun whispered, desperately, arching into the muscular body behind him.
“So formal at such a time.” The King chuckled, cupping his chin. “Someday, I will make you call me by my name.”
That was enough to snap him out of their feverish dance. Min-jun’s arms came up between them to shove the King away, and then Min-jun took the opportunity to escape.
“I believe we’ve bathed long enough,” Min-jun announced, wrapping a towel around himself. “We should hurry up and leave before more of the assassins arrive.”
The King only stared at him with that wide, smug smile.
“What?”
“You’re blushing.”
“It’s from the steam.”
The King stepped out of the tub, still dripping wet and completely naked. Min-jun lifted his chin to keep his eyes focused firmly on the King’s face. Those violet eyes laughed at him as the King leaned in.
“Really now?” the King asked, eyes dropping down to Min-jun’s lips. “Oh, it’s spreading to your ears.”
Min-jun’s hand shot up to cover one of them. They did feel warmer than usual. “They are not mmph –”
The King’s hand came up to envelop Min-jun’s. The kiss sent a jolt of pleasure down Min-jun’s spine. Intertwining their fingers, the King slipped his tongue into Min-jun’s mouth. Min-jun breathed a soft moan, arms wrapping around the King’s neck, their bodies pressing into one another, wet. Ah, where’d that towel go?
And then the King backed off, leaving him with just a peck on the lips before he untangled their bodies. Min-jun stood there shock-still, suddenly aware of the cold air against his wet skin. The King went about getting dried and dressed as if nothing had happened, his expression neutral, unreadable.
Was he punishing Min-jun? Yes, he was. Min-jun should’ve known by that vindictive look in his eyes. Ha! As if he’d let him get away with that.
By the time Min-jun came to, the King had already left the warmth of the private bath. With a newfound fury building in him, Min-jun scrambled for his clothes, pulling on his durumagi, which pooled around him, covering him down to his knees. He stormed out of the room. The King had been strolling to their shared bedroom when Min-jun pulled him into the one right next door, the one which had been meant for the King to use separately.
“My love?” the King asked. He didn’t have much time to ponder whatever he’d planned on saying, because Min-jun pushed him up against the wall the next moment. His nails dug into the King’s shoulders. The King peered down at him, not intimidated enough for Min-jun’s liking. Tch.
Min-jun pressed their lips together, deepening the kiss at once, one hand reaching up to caress the King’s cheek, the other resting on his shoulder. Without hesitation, the King kissed him back, arms wrapped around Min-jun’s waist.
Ah, but the King had always been stronger than Min-jun, hadn’t he? And now he pushed back against him, shoving Min-jun back against the opposite wall, hands raking down the length of his body. How annoying. How powerful, he is. Gods, Min-jun wanted him. And should he have to be so ashamed of that? He didn’t feel so ashamed right now, trapped in this embrace.
“My, my,” the King whispered, stroking Min-jun’s exposed thigh. “How thoughtful of you.”
“Shut up.” That only earned him a dark chuckle.
Another kiss followed, as the King lifted him up. Min-jun wrapped his legs around the King’s waist, admiring the strength he had found so bothersome moments ago. The King set him down on the mattress, finally breaking the kiss. Min-jun found himself pinned down again, though this time around he must say he enjoyed it quite a bit more.
“I expected –” A peck on the lips. “You to be a little –” And another. “Less lustful after a near-death experience.” Three more, and then a long kiss that left them both breathless.
“On the contrary,” Min-jun gasped. The King gazed down at him, desire and affection intermingling on his features. “I’d say the aftermath of near-death experiences is a perfect time for such activities.” He kissed the King on the cheek once. “Besides, you started it.”
“Hmm, I’ve learned my lesson.” The King rested his head in the crook of Min-jun’s neck. “I must do this more often.”
The King parted his durumagi to reveal the slender body underneath. Like a dancer, they’d always said. It left Min-jun feeling vulnerable. Suddenly he wanted to close up, to wrap his arms around himself as protection. Somehow, the gentle care in the King’s touches made the feeling lessen, though it lingered still, making his breath uneven.
Min-jun swallowed, throat dry. “We really should be going.”
“Indeed, we should,” the King replied. He placed a kiss on the inside of Min-jun’s thigh, getting another strangled moan out of him. “You’re quite sensitive here.”
Ah, fuck.
If he didn’t get up now, they likely wouldn’t get up until morning came. And the pain. Oh goodness, Min-jun wasn’t even sure if he could take all of him in.
‘I could,’ he thought to himself, smugly. ‘I definitely could.’
But he’d probably have trouble walking the next day, and the journey ahead was still a long one.
“Your Majesty,” Min-jun said, tugging on his hair. “Let us stop for now.” Before we get any more carried away.
The King hummed into his skin, and then pressed a final kiss to his temple. “Let’s go quickly then. I believe you left your clothes by the door.”
The sudden lack of contact left Min-jun feeling cold and unsatisfied, but he followed suit, catching the clothes that the King tossed in his direction. Once he was dressed, he approached the King, whose tense jaw and hungry eyes could only mean one thing.
‘Oh my, is the poor King feeling a little aroused?’
Hmph, punishment served. That’d teach him.
A/N: How lucky these two are, that every place they’ve been to has had a private bath for them to seduce each other in. Also, hooray Min-jun for having a positive sexual experience. He let himself go a little bit here. He called it a punishment but we all know that he’s punishing both of them by doing this smh. They really should be focusing on the assassin group tho. Horny bastards.
Whoo… that was steamy with or without the bath! And I was thinking the same thing, how different it feels to want it instead of just getting through it. I love how the king’s affection throws Min-Jun off his game, so he’s too busy responding to remember he meant to be doing the seducing.
Ah T^T I just started yesterday and have already reached the last chapter ಥ_ಥ It’s worth binge reading tho, love the way you write and the story so far. Thanks for the chapters!
UwU Min Jun allowing himself to enjoy the seduction, so good. Cheol such a tease, but also respecting Min Jun’s boundaries. They are too cute
Thank you for chapter
Don’t we all like horny bastards anyway ☺🤭
Wheeew… *fans self *. More please!