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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
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 was 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 was 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 was 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 was 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 fervently wishes he was facing a dragon instead
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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 was 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 wasn’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 unlace the ties on his trousers.
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i plan to add smut but as im currently on my vacation, i'll probably post this plus the smut on my lj after i get back lol
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a smut scene would be very very nice /o\
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