A Swordsman's Code: Chapter 4
Title: Til Death Do Us Part
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Yunho,Changmin, Jaejoong just for fun.
Pairing(s): YooSeok (Moo Seok/Lee Yoon, embrace the new ship hehe)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The King and his swordsman are content, and the future is bright.
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: non-explicit sex
Word count: ~3500
The news spread like wildfire, naturally. The King to marry his swordsman? It's the wildest tale heard around the Province in many years. Some were initially appalled, but most are intrigued. Some have even taken to writing tales of the unlikely romance. The immediate response was of course quite mixed, and the council, what part of it actually stayed, were for the majority unsupportive. Moo Seok had been convinced in that moment that he was about to be killed for treason, or the both of them tossed out, or god knows what else. Fortunately for them, that's not what happened.
Lee Yoon, as is turns out, is quite the negotiator. And, more importantly, had a plan. Even more importantly, there's not really anyone else fit to rule Joseon, so it's not as if they could just get rid of Lee Yoon altogether. It's his birthright and duty, and marrying Moo Seok is not technically against their laws. Thank the Gods for loopholes. One of the councilmen has a daughter of good social stature and in good health. She, unbeknownst to even Moo Seok at the time, had agreed to be Lee Yoon's mistress and bear the royal children. After all, the line must be preserved. Lee Yoon had anticipated that this issue would be the main bone of contention against his marriage plan, and planned ahead accordingly. Once he'd announced that, the councilmen couldn't come up with much else to argue against it. As is understandable, Moo Seok hadn't been real happy about the whole 'mistress' idea. He didn't like the idea of sharing Lee Yoon, not in the slightest. But, once the King had explained that the councilman's daughter was completely abreast of the situation and had no desire to steal his attention away, the swordsman started to feel a bit more relaxed.
The wedding had been a small one. Neither man had wanted a huge crowd, and so, it had been just the two of them with an officiant. Lee Yoon had picked his best royal hanbok, and Moo Seok had let his hair down, flowing beautifully over his shoulders. The King chose a meadow on the outskirts of the city for the ceremony, by the tree line of the woods, a running brook rumbling through the center of it. The sun shined, the birds sang, and everything was perfect. The King and his swordsmen held hands as the officiant spoke, exchanged rings, said their vows, and kissed under the warm afternoon sun. Afterwards, the King had thanked the officiant profusely and promptly dismissed him, overcome with the urge to take Moo Seok right then and there, next to the brook. They had made love in the grass, neither of them having a care in the world of where they were, and even Moo Seok had to admit...it felt good to let go of his inhibitions for once, and just enjoy.
Now, two months have passed, and all in all, Moo Seok doesn't have many complaints. Yes, there have been times of late where the King has tried to persuade him to give up his position as his guard, that there's no real need for him to do that anymore and Kyung Tak can handle it perfectly well, but the swordsman has always refused. Lee Yoon is no fool, and has finally decided to drop the matter once and for all. After all, Moo Seok's pride and sense of duty are important to the King, and he'll do all he can to preserve them. Additionally, the King's former head guard is rather busy these days. Just a few weeks ago, Kyung Tak took up a position as a general in the King's army, and seems perfectly happy barking orders at the younger soldiers anyway. No sense changing what keeps everyone occupied and fulfilled.
Meanwhile Son Hee, their mistress, is a sweet woman, and is content to be waited on hand and foot by her entourage of handmaidens and stay out of both of their hair. She has her own chambers, and seems to manage to fill her time quite easily, and the King does all he can to keep her comfortable and let her do as she pleases. She's already with child, and though Lee Yoon hadn't really enjoyed the conception process, (he'd in fact run to Moo Seok right afterward and and demanded the swordsman make desperate love to him, just to prove where the King's heart still belonged..) it's kind of amazing witnessing his unborn child slowly grow. At this point, Moo Seok dotes on Son Hee the most, and it feels sometimes like the swordsman is more of a father to the baby than Lee Yoon is. It comes a little too naturally, and while unexpected, it's certainly not an unwelcome revelation.
All in all, though adjustments were needed here and there over this time period of change and upheaval, Moo Seok is a happy man. He has his king, he has a baby on the way, and a larger sense of fulfillment than he's ever had. The future is always uncertain, but the now is wonderful, and what's to come can only get better...
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It's a brisk fall morning, and the King is spending it just as he does every other morning, wrapped up in his swordsman's arms. There's a council meeting in about an hour, but none of that matters right in this moment. Joseon has survived the dry season, the cooler temperatures have brought moisture to the air, and any other problems can simply wait. Moo Seok stirs behind the King, a strong arm wrapped almost possessively around his waist. Lee Yoon turns in his hold, smiling as the swordman's eyes blink open. "Good morning..." He greets pleasantly, chuckling at Moo Seok's slightly unfocused gaze. "Morning, Jeon-ha.." He manages, and the King just laughs more. "Aigoo, we're married and you're in my bed, don't you think it's time you relaxed with the formalities?"
Moo Seok grins. "Mianhe, seobangnim.* I'm afraid some habits are hard to break." Lee Yoon can't stop his smile from getting just a little bit wider, turning the rest of the way to face his lover and partner, an arm looping around the swordsman's neck. "Understandable. I suppose I'll allow it."
Moo Seok hums. "My King is always so gracious."
A smirk grows on Lee Yoon's lips. "Only to you, my love. Now.." A furtive finger trails a line down the back of Moo Seok's neck, to the tip of his spine, a shiver not going unnoticed. They're both nude save thin robes that cover their bodies, left open for purposes such as this. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like a kiss.." The King continues cheekily, and Moo Seok is quick to obey. Their mouths meld instantly, with such practiced ease. What one gives, the other takes greedily, both giving and taking in equal measure as their tongues dance. It becomes heated quickly, as it always does, and Lee Yoon turns yet again, onto his back, bringing his swordsman with him. Moo Seok settles on top of him, and the King parts his legs, wrapping them firmly around his husband's back.
Moo Seok knows what his King wants, but is hesitant to give it. He's only been in the position of control once, that night when their son had been conceived. And even then, Moo Seok was so hesitant that Lee Yoon had to practically throw himself at him. It has nothing to do with lack of enjoyment...the swordsman enjoyed himself very, very much. It's more an issue of disrespect and honor. This man is still the King of Joseon, and Moo Seok feels like he's defiling the royal body when he's inside Lee Yoon. He knows that although the King treats him as an equal when they're alone together, that doesn't mean he is equal, and it's hard to shatter the sense of duty that's been ingrained in him for so long. Sensing his swordsman's unease, Lee Yoon rubs his hands up and down over Moo Seok's back soothingly, speaking into his ear.
"I know what you're thinking.." The King assures. "But I want this. I want you inside me, Moo Seok." The swordsman swallows, licking his lips, knowing he won't stand long against his husband's wishes. The King tilts his hips upward, and their erections brush, making Moo Seok shudder with want. He has no idea how the King always manages to get him like this so quickly, but it never fails. "You feel as if you're disgracing me, right?" Moo Seok nods, biting his lip as Lee Yoon looks up at him with a gaze designed to sear. "What if that's what I want.." He purrs, and the swordsman goes stock-still. "I want to be ruined, to feel you everywhere." He jerks his hips upward again, hard, and Moo Seok groans. "Go on, my love. I may be a King, but I'm still a man, and I want you.." Moo Seok relents, reaching over to dip his fingers in the small bowl of oils next to their mat, looking heatedly at his royal husband before scooting back and spreading his legs wider.
This part makes Moo Seok a bit nervous, as the last thing he wants to do is hurt the man who's given him so much. But, he forces himself to take a steadying breath, slowly and meticulously breaching the soft, warm entrance that's so inviting it nearly drives him mad. One slick digit moves inside, and he leans down to pepper kisses along the long curve of the King's next as he continues to manipulate and relax the snug passage. One gradually becomes two, and three, until Lee Yoon practically topples the swordsman with a swift kick to his lower back, demanding that Moo Seok get on with it. The King's impatience does amuse the swordsman, but he won't let it show. Instead, he focuses on his task, wrapping the King's legs more tightly around his waist and entering him slowly.
"Sweet, merciful Gods.." The King exclaims, clinging tightly to his swordsman's back as he begins to feel torn apart in the best, most delicious way. Moo Seok's eyes scan Lee Yoon's face, looking for any sign of discomfort and finding instead that the man's face is contorted in bliss, jaw dropped and head thrown back, topknot completely askew and on the verge of falling apart. It does something to the swordsman, seeing his King like this....spurs him to move, and so he does. He pulls himself out almost completely, entering again with a bit of force, and Lee Yoon makes a gorgeous, choked-off sound halfway between an outcry and a groan, and Moo Seok no longer has any sense of coherent thought.
They move together, thin silk robes rubbing against heated, moist flesh, as the two meld into each other in the most intimate way possible. Lee Yoon is frantically responsive, eagerly capturing his swordsman's lips in messy kisses as he's impaled again and again, always demanding more...harder, faster, more. Moo Seok's long tresses frame his face, waving back and forth in the air with his hurried movements, hips rocking in, and in, and in until the rhythm is the only thing his mind can recognize. The upcoming meeting is long forgotten, the concept of time passing is long forgotten, and in what seems like only a few short moments, the King is going rigid, trembling from head to toe as warm wetness streaks across Moo Seok's chest and stomach.
Moo Seok flips them skillfully, the King all too eager to take over the pace and bring his lover to blissful completion right after him. The swordsman doesn't think he's ever seen anything more beautiful; the way the morning sunlight peeks through the window and caresses Lee Yoon's pleasure-filled face, his normally neat appearance so perfectly destroyed, the sculpted muscles of his chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, shifting and twisting as he moves himself up and down, faster and faster. The determined look in the King's eye sears Moo Seok the most, and his long, elegant fingers dig into Lee Yoon's hips, sure to leave marks as a reminder of this moment. Lee Yoon leans down to deliver a sinful, passionate kiss, purposefully squeezing his inner walls, creating a vice grip that the swordsman can't hold out against for long. Burying his face in the King's shoulder, he groans, low and long, emptying himself inside his husband, trembling from the effort.
They lie entwined for several moments, collectively catching their breaths, the King all but collapsed on top of Moo Seok, but he can't really be bothered to mind. They exchange soft kisses once coherent enough to do so, smiling contentedly at one another. A knock at the door interrupts their reverie, the voice of Kyung-tak ringing out all too clearly.
"The council is waiting, Jeon-ha. Or would you rather I run the meeting in your stead?"
Lee Yoon disentangles himself from his husband with a chuckle. "Not on your life!" He yells back. "We need to discuss something other than just the defense of the province, thank you..."
A muffled chuckle is heard. "Better be quick then, Jeon-ha. I'm prepared to make a very lengthy speech if you're not there within five minutes.." There's a shuffle, and the King knows the general has departed.
"Damn that man..." Lee Yoon mutters under his breath, quickly arranging his hanbok and ensuring that Moo Seok does the same.
"I'll be damned if I have to sit through another one of his atrocious lectures..."
The swordsman shakes his head. It seems as if this will be a long meeting....
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*~~2 years and many boring council meetings later....~~*
Yoon-Suk is awake before the rest of the family, as is normal of late. He's a beautiful little boy, full of energy and life, resembling the King far too much for Moo Seok's health or sanity. Not to mention, he has the entirety of the nation wrapped around his finger, or so it seems.
"Appadeul! Wake up!"
The familiar outcry echoes in the King's bedchamber, and he slowly blinks awake, his husband curled around him from behind. "Aigoo.." He sighs, rubbing his eyes as the little one comes into his blurry line of vision. "Why are you always awake at such an ungodly hour?" He chuckles, extended his arms, which Yoon-Suk is all too happy to run right into. Moo Seok shifts, the soft voice of his son rousing him from slumber. His eyes flutter open, and he smiles, seeing his husband and son cuddling up together. "Good morning, precious one.." He greets happily, and Yoon-Suk leans up to plant a kiss to his proferred cheek. "Morning, appa."
Moo Seok is glad that it's the end of the working week and most of the province is at rest today. They've all been rather busy lately, and he's been looking forward to spending the day with his family. Yoon-Suk has been nothing but a joy since he entered their lives, and Son Hee has continued to be gracious and help them care for the young boy. It's a bit of an unorthodox family unit, to be sure, but it's been working rather spendidly so far. The past two years have been life changing for Moo Seok, and for Lee Yoon as well. Neither of them realized how wonderful it could be to have Yoon-Suk with them, and now neither would know what to do without him.
They stay like that for a little while, content to just lie together and comfort in being together. There's a knock at the door, and then Son Hee appears, chuckling quietly to herself. "Alright, my loves. It's time for breakfast. We can't spend all day lazing about, now can we?"
The King laughs, looking at his son with a broad smile. "You heard your mother. Are you hungry?"
"Mm-hmm." The little boy nods vigorously. "Well alright then." Lee Yoon gently helps Yoon-Suk to stand, sitting up himself, Moo Seok following suit. "You run along now, ok?" The King instructs to his son, then turns his attention to Son Hee as well. "We'll be right behind you two."
The woman just laughs, shaking her head as the young boy runs up to her. "Don't take too long, please. It'll get cold."
"We won't, promise." The King nods with a smile. Son Hee doesn't believe the words in the slightest, but leads the little one out of the room and to the dining hall nonetheless, shaking her head again as she goes.
Lee Yoon turns to his husband, pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss. Several moments pass as they simply enjoy the feel of it, the soft exchange of air, the hums of contentment echoing in each other's mouths. The King leans back slowly, parting their mouths with a soft, wet sound. "Did you sleep well, my love?"
Moo Seok smiles. "Of course, seobangnim. Always do with you beside me." The King laughs. "Gods, when did we become so pathetic?" He reaches up, thumb trailing the curve of his swordsman's jaw. Moo Seok's head tilts, like he's thinking. "Hmm.. perhaps it was after the wedding. Or maybe after Yoon-Suk's birth. I can't be positive." Lee Yoon grins. "Nor can I. But for some reason, I can't seem to be bothered by it."
"Nor can I.." Moo Seok agrees, pushing the King down onto his back and leaning in to steal more kisses.
"Hmm..." The King breathes. "We'll never get any food in our stomachs if we continue like this.."
The swordsman relents for the moment, grinning. "Very well then. I suppose we should stop. For now." Lee Yoon catches a strand of Moo Seok's hair between his fingers, twirling it with interest. "Although, while we're on the subject of scandalous intentions.." Moo Seok continues with a smirk." I've heard some interesting rumors recently.."
The King raises a brow. "Oh, have you now? By all means, do elaborate."
"Well..." The swordsman begins. "People have been wondering for some time now whatever happened to that popular novelist. You know, the one that wrote such....questionable content." He winks. "Some think perhaps they went into retirement. Some think they were murdered. Others just miss the novels, as apparently they were quite good. None quite like them have been seen in the province since. It's a shame, really." Moo Seok can no longer hold back his amusement, chuckling softly, a rather gleeful look on his face.
My, how times have changed. The King can't help but to smile back. He remembers those times quite vividly. Times when he just flitted from person to person, doing as he so chose, no one waiting for him at home. No one staying or truly caring for him. Strangely enough, those are times he doesn't miss at all.
He remembers how Moo Seok was when they first met. Rigid, stoic, all about duty and absolutely nothing else. Not the smiling, soft, and generously loving man above him now. That man was always inside the swordsman, of course, waiting to be let out by the right person. Moo Seok still takes his job very seriously, a little tooseriously at times, but he understands now that there are times to be serious, and other times to relax and enjoy the spoils of life. That's a man that the King can see himself loving for a very long time.
"Is that so?" He grins, leaning up to kiss his husband's cheek. "It is a shame, truly. Someone should set the record straight."
Moo Seok nods. "Someone should. What do you think should be said, seobangnim?"
Lee Yoon smirks. "Someone should tell our fair peasantry that the novelist is happily retired, as he is far too busy spending time with the man he loves than to be bothered with such rubbish."
Moo Seok presses a kiss to his husband's forehead, chuckling soft and low. "I think that could be arranged, my love."
"Good." The King gives an echoing nod.
"Now, if you would be so kind, I think I'd very much like to be quite late to breakfast.." He leers, quite lewdly rolling his hips upward, satisfied with his husband's surprised gasp. Soon, long legs are wrapping around the swordsman's back quite nimbly, trapping him in place.
"I think you mean you'd like to miss breakfast altogether, seobangnim." The swordsman sighs, unable to win this fight and he knows it.
The King winks. "Who needs breakfast? I'm hungry for something else, anyway..." He nips playfully at his husband's neck, and Moo Seok promptly melts, all reservations now gone.
"As you wish, Jeon-ha."
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Yunho,Changmin, Jaejoong just for fun.
Pairing(s): YooSeok (Moo Seok/Lee Yoon, embrace the new ship hehe)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The King and his swordsman are content, and the future is bright.
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: non-explicit sex
Word count: ~3500
The news spread like wildfire, naturally. The King to marry his swordsman? It's the wildest tale heard around the Province in many years. Some were initially appalled, but most are intrigued. Some have even taken to writing tales of the unlikely romance. The immediate response was of course quite mixed, and the council, what part of it actually stayed, were for the majority unsupportive. Moo Seok had been convinced in that moment that he was about to be killed for treason, or the both of them tossed out, or god knows what else. Fortunately for them, that's not what happened.
Lee Yoon, as is turns out, is quite the negotiator. And, more importantly, had a plan. Even more importantly, there's not really anyone else fit to rule Joseon, so it's not as if they could just get rid of Lee Yoon altogether. It's his birthright and duty, and marrying Moo Seok is not technically against their laws. Thank the Gods for loopholes. One of the councilmen has a daughter of good social stature and in good health. She, unbeknownst to even Moo Seok at the time, had agreed to be Lee Yoon's mistress and bear the royal children. After all, the line must be preserved. Lee Yoon had anticipated that this issue would be the main bone of contention against his marriage plan, and planned ahead accordingly. Once he'd announced that, the councilmen couldn't come up with much else to argue against it. As is understandable, Moo Seok hadn't been real happy about the whole 'mistress' idea. He didn't like the idea of sharing Lee Yoon, not in the slightest. But, once the King had explained that the councilman's daughter was completely abreast of the situation and had no desire to steal his attention away, the swordsman started to feel a bit more relaxed.
The wedding had been a small one. Neither man had wanted a huge crowd, and so, it had been just the two of them with an officiant. Lee Yoon had picked his best royal hanbok, and Moo Seok had let his hair down, flowing beautifully over his shoulders. The King chose a meadow on the outskirts of the city for the ceremony, by the tree line of the woods, a running brook rumbling through the center of it. The sun shined, the birds sang, and everything was perfect. The King and his swordsmen held hands as the officiant spoke, exchanged rings, said their vows, and kissed under the warm afternoon sun. Afterwards, the King had thanked the officiant profusely and promptly dismissed him, overcome with the urge to take Moo Seok right then and there, next to the brook. They had made love in the grass, neither of them having a care in the world of where they were, and even Moo Seok had to admit...it felt good to let go of his inhibitions for once, and just enjoy.
Now, two months have passed, and all in all, Moo Seok doesn't have many complaints. Yes, there have been times of late where the King has tried to persuade him to give up his position as his guard, that there's no real need for him to do that anymore and Kyung Tak can handle it perfectly well, but the swordsman has always refused. Lee Yoon is no fool, and has finally decided to drop the matter once and for all. After all, Moo Seok's pride and sense of duty are important to the King, and he'll do all he can to preserve them. Additionally, the King's former head guard is rather busy these days. Just a few weeks ago, Kyung Tak took up a position as a general in the King's army, and seems perfectly happy barking orders at the younger soldiers anyway. No sense changing what keeps everyone occupied and fulfilled.
Meanwhile Son Hee, their mistress, is a sweet woman, and is content to be waited on hand and foot by her entourage of handmaidens and stay out of both of their hair. She has her own chambers, and seems to manage to fill her time quite easily, and the King does all he can to keep her comfortable and let her do as she pleases. She's already with child, and though Lee Yoon hadn't really enjoyed the conception process, (he'd in fact run to Moo Seok right afterward and and demanded the swordsman make desperate love to him, just to prove where the King's heart still belonged..) it's kind of amazing witnessing his unborn child slowly grow. At this point, Moo Seok dotes on Son Hee the most, and it feels sometimes like the swordsman is more of a father to the baby than Lee Yoon is. It comes a little too naturally, and while unexpected, it's certainly not an unwelcome revelation.
All in all, though adjustments were needed here and there over this time period of change and upheaval, Moo Seok is a happy man. He has his king, he has a baby on the way, and a larger sense of fulfillment than he's ever had. The future is always uncertain, but the now is wonderful, and what's to come can only get better...
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It's a brisk fall morning, and the King is spending it just as he does every other morning, wrapped up in his swordsman's arms. There's a council meeting in about an hour, but none of that matters right in this moment. Joseon has survived the dry season, the cooler temperatures have brought moisture to the air, and any other problems can simply wait. Moo Seok stirs behind the King, a strong arm wrapped almost possessively around his waist. Lee Yoon turns in his hold, smiling as the swordman's eyes blink open. "Good morning..." He greets pleasantly, chuckling at Moo Seok's slightly unfocused gaze. "Morning, Jeon-ha.." He manages, and the King just laughs more. "Aigoo, we're married and you're in my bed, don't you think it's time you relaxed with the formalities?"
Moo Seok grins. "Mianhe, seobangnim.* I'm afraid some habits are hard to break." Lee Yoon can't stop his smile from getting just a little bit wider, turning the rest of the way to face his lover and partner, an arm looping around the swordsman's neck. "Understandable. I suppose I'll allow it."
Moo Seok hums. "My King is always so gracious."
A smirk grows on Lee Yoon's lips. "Only to you, my love. Now.." A furtive finger trails a line down the back of Moo Seok's neck, to the tip of his spine, a shiver not going unnoticed. They're both nude save thin robes that cover their bodies, left open for purposes such as this. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like a kiss.." The King continues cheekily, and Moo Seok is quick to obey. Their mouths meld instantly, with such practiced ease. What one gives, the other takes greedily, both giving and taking in equal measure as their tongues dance. It becomes heated quickly, as it always does, and Lee Yoon turns yet again, onto his back, bringing his swordsman with him. Moo Seok settles on top of him, and the King parts his legs, wrapping them firmly around his husband's back.
Moo Seok knows what his King wants, but is hesitant to give it. He's only been in the position of control once, that night when their son had been conceived. And even then, Moo Seok was so hesitant that Lee Yoon had to practically throw himself at him. It has nothing to do with lack of enjoyment...the swordsman enjoyed himself very, very much. It's more an issue of disrespect and honor. This man is still the King of Joseon, and Moo Seok feels like he's defiling the royal body when he's inside Lee Yoon. He knows that although the King treats him as an equal when they're alone together, that doesn't mean he is equal, and it's hard to shatter the sense of duty that's been ingrained in him for so long. Sensing his swordsman's unease, Lee Yoon rubs his hands up and down over Moo Seok's back soothingly, speaking into his ear.
"I know what you're thinking.." The King assures. "But I want this. I want you inside me, Moo Seok." The swordsman swallows, licking his lips, knowing he won't stand long against his husband's wishes. The King tilts his hips upward, and their erections brush, making Moo Seok shudder with want. He has no idea how the King always manages to get him like this so quickly, but it never fails. "You feel as if you're disgracing me, right?" Moo Seok nods, biting his lip as Lee Yoon looks up at him with a gaze designed to sear. "What if that's what I want.." He purrs, and the swordsman goes stock-still. "I want to be ruined, to feel you everywhere." He jerks his hips upward again, hard, and Moo Seok groans. "Go on, my love. I may be a King, but I'm still a man, and I want you.." Moo Seok relents, reaching over to dip his fingers in the small bowl of oils next to their mat, looking heatedly at his royal husband before scooting back and spreading his legs wider.
This part makes Moo Seok a bit nervous, as the last thing he wants to do is hurt the man who's given him so much. But, he forces himself to take a steadying breath, slowly and meticulously breaching the soft, warm entrance that's so inviting it nearly drives him mad. One slick digit moves inside, and he leans down to pepper kisses along the long curve of the King's next as he continues to manipulate and relax the snug passage. One gradually becomes two, and three, until Lee Yoon practically topples the swordsman with a swift kick to his lower back, demanding that Moo Seok get on with it. The King's impatience does amuse the swordsman, but he won't let it show. Instead, he focuses on his task, wrapping the King's legs more tightly around his waist and entering him slowly.
"Sweet, merciful Gods.." The King exclaims, clinging tightly to his swordsman's back as he begins to feel torn apart in the best, most delicious way. Moo Seok's eyes scan Lee Yoon's face, looking for any sign of discomfort and finding instead that the man's face is contorted in bliss, jaw dropped and head thrown back, topknot completely askew and on the verge of falling apart. It does something to the swordsman, seeing his King like this....spurs him to move, and so he does. He pulls himself out almost completely, entering again with a bit of force, and Lee Yoon makes a gorgeous, choked-off sound halfway between an outcry and a groan, and Moo Seok no longer has any sense of coherent thought.
They move together, thin silk robes rubbing against heated, moist flesh, as the two meld into each other in the most intimate way possible. Lee Yoon is frantically responsive, eagerly capturing his swordsman's lips in messy kisses as he's impaled again and again, always demanding more...harder, faster, more. Moo Seok's long tresses frame his face, waving back and forth in the air with his hurried movements, hips rocking in, and in, and in until the rhythm is the only thing his mind can recognize. The upcoming meeting is long forgotten, the concept of time passing is long forgotten, and in what seems like only a few short moments, the King is going rigid, trembling from head to toe as warm wetness streaks across Moo Seok's chest and stomach.
Moo Seok flips them skillfully, the King all too eager to take over the pace and bring his lover to blissful completion right after him. The swordsman doesn't think he's ever seen anything more beautiful; the way the morning sunlight peeks through the window and caresses Lee Yoon's pleasure-filled face, his normally neat appearance so perfectly destroyed, the sculpted muscles of his chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, shifting and twisting as he moves himself up and down, faster and faster. The determined look in the King's eye sears Moo Seok the most, and his long, elegant fingers dig into Lee Yoon's hips, sure to leave marks as a reminder of this moment. Lee Yoon leans down to deliver a sinful, passionate kiss, purposefully squeezing his inner walls, creating a vice grip that the swordsman can't hold out against for long. Burying his face in the King's shoulder, he groans, low and long, emptying himself inside his husband, trembling from the effort.
They lie entwined for several moments, collectively catching their breaths, the King all but collapsed on top of Moo Seok, but he can't really be bothered to mind. They exchange soft kisses once coherent enough to do so, smiling contentedly at one another. A knock at the door interrupts their reverie, the voice of Kyung-tak ringing out all too clearly.
"The council is waiting, Jeon-ha. Or would you rather I run the meeting in your stead?"
Lee Yoon disentangles himself from his husband with a chuckle. "Not on your life!" He yells back. "We need to discuss something other than just the defense of the province, thank you..."
A muffled chuckle is heard. "Better be quick then, Jeon-ha. I'm prepared to make a very lengthy speech if you're not there within five minutes.." There's a shuffle, and the King knows the general has departed.
"Damn that man..." Lee Yoon mutters under his breath, quickly arranging his hanbok and ensuring that Moo Seok does the same.
"I'll be damned if I have to sit through another one of his atrocious lectures..."
The swordsman shakes his head. It seems as if this will be a long meeting....
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*~~2 years and many boring council meetings later....~~*
Yoon-Suk is awake before the rest of the family, as is normal of late. He's a beautiful little boy, full of energy and life, resembling the King far too much for Moo Seok's health or sanity. Not to mention, he has the entirety of the nation wrapped around his finger, or so it seems.
"Appadeul! Wake up!"
The familiar outcry echoes in the King's bedchamber, and he slowly blinks awake, his husband curled around him from behind. "Aigoo.." He sighs, rubbing his eyes as the little one comes into his blurry line of vision. "Why are you always awake at such an ungodly hour?" He chuckles, extended his arms, which Yoon-Suk is all too happy to run right into. Moo Seok shifts, the soft voice of his son rousing him from slumber. His eyes flutter open, and he smiles, seeing his husband and son cuddling up together. "Good morning, precious one.." He greets happily, and Yoon-Suk leans up to plant a kiss to his proferred cheek. "Morning, appa."
Moo Seok is glad that it's the end of the working week and most of the province is at rest today. They've all been rather busy lately, and he's been looking forward to spending the day with his family. Yoon-Suk has been nothing but a joy since he entered their lives, and Son Hee has continued to be gracious and help them care for the young boy. It's a bit of an unorthodox family unit, to be sure, but it's been working rather spendidly so far. The past two years have been life changing for Moo Seok, and for Lee Yoon as well. Neither of them realized how wonderful it could be to have Yoon-Suk with them, and now neither would know what to do without him.
They stay like that for a little while, content to just lie together and comfort in being together. There's a knock at the door, and then Son Hee appears, chuckling quietly to herself. "Alright, my loves. It's time for breakfast. We can't spend all day lazing about, now can we?"
The King laughs, looking at his son with a broad smile. "You heard your mother. Are you hungry?"
"Mm-hmm." The little boy nods vigorously. "Well alright then." Lee Yoon gently helps Yoon-Suk to stand, sitting up himself, Moo Seok following suit. "You run along now, ok?" The King instructs to his son, then turns his attention to Son Hee as well. "We'll be right behind you two."
The woman just laughs, shaking her head as the young boy runs up to her. "Don't take too long, please. It'll get cold."
"We won't, promise." The King nods with a smile. Son Hee doesn't believe the words in the slightest, but leads the little one out of the room and to the dining hall nonetheless, shaking her head again as she goes.
Lee Yoon turns to his husband, pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss. Several moments pass as they simply enjoy the feel of it, the soft exchange of air, the hums of contentment echoing in each other's mouths. The King leans back slowly, parting their mouths with a soft, wet sound. "Did you sleep well, my love?"
Moo Seok smiles. "Of course, seobangnim. Always do with you beside me." The King laughs. "Gods, when did we become so pathetic?" He reaches up, thumb trailing the curve of his swordsman's jaw. Moo Seok's head tilts, like he's thinking. "Hmm.. perhaps it was after the wedding. Or maybe after Yoon-Suk's birth. I can't be positive." Lee Yoon grins. "Nor can I. But for some reason, I can't seem to be bothered by it."
"Nor can I.." Moo Seok agrees, pushing the King down onto his back and leaning in to steal more kisses.
"Hmm..." The King breathes. "We'll never get any food in our stomachs if we continue like this.."
The swordsman relents for the moment, grinning. "Very well then. I suppose we should stop. For now." Lee Yoon catches a strand of Moo Seok's hair between his fingers, twirling it with interest. "Although, while we're on the subject of scandalous intentions.." Moo Seok continues with a smirk." I've heard some interesting rumors recently.."
The King raises a brow. "Oh, have you now? By all means, do elaborate."
"Well..." The swordsman begins. "People have been wondering for some time now whatever happened to that popular novelist. You know, the one that wrote such....questionable content." He winks. "Some think perhaps they went into retirement. Some think they were murdered. Others just miss the novels, as apparently they were quite good. None quite like them have been seen in the province since. It's a shame, really." Moo Seok can no longer hold back his amusement, chuckling softly, a rather gleeful look on his face.
My, how times have changed. The King can't help but to smile back. He remembers those times quite vividly. Times when he just flitted from person to person, doing as he so chose, no one waiting for him at home. No one staying or truly caring for him. Strangely enough, those are times he doesn't miss at all.
He remembers how Moo Seok was when they first met. Rigid, stoic, all about duty and absolutely nothing else. Not the smiling, soft, and generously loving man above him now. That man was always inside the swordsman, of course, waiting to be let out by the right person. Moo Seok still takes his job very seriously, a little tooseriously at times, but he understands now that there are times to be serious, and other times to relax and enjoy the spoils of life. That's a man that the King can see himself loving for a very long time.
"Is that so?" He grins, leaning up to kiss his husband's cheek. "It is a shame, truly. Someone should set the record straight."
Moo Seok nods. "Someone should. What do you think should be said, seobangnim?"
Lee Yoon smirks. "Someone should tell our fair peasantry that the novelist is happily retired, as he is far too busy spending time with the man he loves than to be bothered with such rubbish."
Moo Seok presses a kiss to his husband's forehead, chuckling soft and low. "I think that could be arranged, my love."
"Good." The King gives an echoing nod.
"Now, if you would be so kind, I think I'd very much like to be quite late to breakfast.." He leers, quite lewdly rolling his hips upward, satisfied with his husband's surprised gasp. Soon, long legs are wrapping around the swordsman's back quite nimbly, trapping him in place.
"I think you mean you'd like to miss breakfast altogether, seobangnim." The swordsman sighs, unable to win this fight and he knows it.
The King winks. "Who needs breakfast? I'm hungry for something else, anyway..." He nips playfully at his husband's neck, and Moo Seok promptly melts, all reservations now gone.
"As you wish, Jeon-ha."