Take me away [2/2]
Title: Take me away
Author: miss2l
Pairing(s): KyuSung
Rating: R
Warning: Implicit sex? Nothing extreme, really.
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Fantasy, Drama, Angst (is it classified as angst? LOL I actually have no idea…)
Disclaimer: You see… if I owned them then this would have totally happened already… in public >.>
Summary: It’s absolutely forbidden for the mythical and human world to mix… but sometimes, you can’t really stop true love.
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“He’s my familiar.” Kyuhyun said deadpanned, almost as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. Jongwoon sat up as well, fixing Kyuhyun a quizzical look. It wasn’t like mythology was part of his studies, his parents wanted him educated but not on what they thought was virtually useless and nonexistent. He knew the basics from knowing Kyuhyun in his younger years but his understanding was still that of an unknowing child. Heechul hopped right into Jongwoon, curling up as the prince’s hand naturally fell to pat him on the head.
“I’m basically his errand-boy-cum-baby-sitter.” Heechul chuckled, his tail waving in the hair happily as Jongwoon stroked his polished fur. Jongwoon down at the feline in his lap, as confused as he was before. Heechul definitely wasn’t turning on any light bulbs.
“Hey! I treat you better than how Siwon treats Hankyung-hyung. He barely lets Hyung into his human form and has him doing all his stupid tasks.” Kyuhyun argued, flicking Heechul on the head. The cat hissed at the tall boy, tempted to jump onto his face and scratch his self proclaimed beautiful face. But then an even more devious plan that would surely boil Kyuhyun’s blood more came to mind. That would surely get him riled up and Heechul loved nothing more than pissing Kyuhyun off.
“Like keeping an eye on you.” Heechul snickered, only to receive another flick on the head. And instead of glaring menacingly at his master, he mewled pitifully - putting his acting skills to full use. He nuzzled Jongwoon’s tummy, causing the prince to coo at him sympathetically and rub his head adoringly. Jongwoon even shot a warning look to the taller boy sitting across from him. Kyuhyun had a look of absolute betrayal written on his features and this was only the beginning! “And you should address your King a little more formally. Not even a ‘Hyung’. Imagine if Hannie told him? He’d have you cleaning the palace toilet for weeks.” Heechul purred, an evil glint in his eyes, a mischievous tone all too obvious to Kyuhyun. But it wasn’t like the sharp feline was going to give him the time to interject. “But I guess being attached to you isn’t too bad. I mean you let me do this as much as I like.”
“Heebongie!”
“Yah get off him you feral cat!” Kyuhyun practically screeched, trying to pry the very naked, very human Heechul off of Jongwoon. Excluding the grey cat ears sitting upon his head of black hair and the grey tail swishing in the air, Heechul had all the features needed to recognised as a very charming human. Porcelain white skin, slim long legs and piercing feline eyes reminiscent of his cat form. He even had a pair of delicate looking hands that held more strength than they appeared to have - pinning Jongwoon’s wrists quite effortlessly to the soft mattress of his bed.
“Nah, I quite like it here.” Heechul chuckled, his tail slapping at Kyuhyun’s face to stop his endless pulls of trying to get him off the prince. He licked his lips, looking down at the flushing face of Jongwoon, his lips parted in sustained surprise. He couldn’t resist the urge to lick up the column of his neck making the boy jerk and struggle in his hold. Not that it would’ve done anything. Being a familiar definitely had its benefits. “I’m sure Jongwoon likes it too.”
“H-Heebongie? Heebongie stop! This is embarrassing.” Jongwoon squealed when he felt Heechul’s tongue dip into his collarbone. It was definitely nothing like the sand paper tongue that lapped at his hands over the years whenever he offered him food. He was absolutely baffled that Heechul had gone from kitty to human in less than a second. But he swallowed thickly, accepting that this was probably something that happened on a regular basis for those of the other realm. If he wanted to stay close to Kyuhyun, he might have to get used to strange happenings such as this. He knew Heechul was probably just playing around, judging from what he knew and the relationship interactions between him and Kyuhyun, but he would much rather the sensual assault on his neck stop.
“Yah! That’s it!” Kyuhyun bellowed, eyes fiery, teeth clenched. Heechul immediately, almost comically, was reduced back to his feline form, hissing at the loss of his fun. He tried to bite back a remark only to find his tongue incapable of conjuring up any response other than incoherent ‘meow’s. He glared right at Kyuhyun who only seemed to smirk at his victory - it was moments like this when being a familiar really sucked. Especially since he had someone as unrelenting as Kyuhyun as the master. “Now, why don’t you go and run along and play with your yarn or something, Hyung? Before I do something else.” Kyuhyun called sweetly, blinking as innocently as possible, pulling out the most angelic expression. The feline just hissed at his master, gracefully leaping off the bed and bounding out the open window. He didn’t want to see what kind of spell Kyuhyun would cast on him if he didn’t obey.
“Heebongie…? What did you do, Kyuhyun?” Jongwoon said as he sat up again, cheeks still tainted a beautiful red colour. Kyuhyun just shook his head, bringing Jongwoon in his arms, wrapping them tightly around the boy’s slim waist. He blew a hot breath in prince’s ear, a familiar shiver running down his spine as he did so. It was amazing how he could have such an effect, without the aid of any magic. Initially, he had just used the simple spell to make Jongwoon more compliant and interested, but instead it seemed that it was not merely magic working at the time. “Kyuhyun… Why are you…?”
“Don’t fret, my Jongwoon. I merely punished him for… improper conduct.” Kyuhyun said as his left a trail of light kisses from behind Jongwoon’s ear to his chin. He could only chuckle when the prince trembled, small hands flying up to grab onto his upper arms. When his lips went down further, going down Jongwoon’s creamy neck, the boy flinched when a kiss reached his shoulder, Kyuhyun’s hands moving the simple white dress shirt out of the way to give him access. “If you don’t want me to do something, I won’t do it. You’re still not ready, I know.”
“I just… we haven’t… all these years…” Jongwoon mumbled, unable to string sentences together properly. Kyuhyun lips kissing him up the neck was distracting him, his head filling with all kinds of fog. He could think more clearly than say last night when Kyuhyun had pulled him to the dance floor, but it was still like he was butter to everything Kyuhyun did, every movement of his fingers, every tiny kiss.
“I know.” Kyuhyun said, lifting his head up to kiss Jongwoon chastely on the lips. The boy had a positively dazed expression on, his lips slightly parted, eyes half lidded. It was an absolute temptation but as much as Kyuhyun was sneaky he was a man of his words. Jongwoon obviously felt the attraction and affection swimming between them but was not ready for that sort of intimacy. The light kisses and soft hugs were enough to get him stuttering, any further and the boy might faint in the middle of it. “We can get closer again… Then… Then we can take that step.”
Kyuhyun pulled Jongwoon closer before falling back flat onto the bouncy mattress, pulling Jongwoon on top of him so the prince could lie on his chest. He chuckled as Jongwoon yelped, running his larger hands up and down the other’s back. Jongwoon seemed to relax a little in his hold, resting his cheek on Kyuhyun’s chest, snuggling and moving closer as to make himself comfortable. It would be a lie to say this wasn’t all happening too quickly, but it would also be a lie to say this wasn’t the happiest Jongwoon had been in years. Perhaps even happier than he had been when Kyuhyun had first come into his life when he was just a naïve child.
“Where did you go, Kyuhyun? You suddenly disappeared…” Jongwoon spoke after what seemed to be an eternal silence. It couldn’t have been too long but the comfortable quiet made it seem like they could spend forever just like this. In the moments given to think, Jongwoon couldn’t help the gripping sadness that tore at his heart - why did Kyuhyun leave him? Last night had been all about the nonsensical, the flighty and light hearted chit chat, sitting under the apple tree with the luminous moon hanging in the sky. No treacherous thoughts dared enter his mind, too filled with euphoria. But here’s the real issue - was Kyuhyun going to leave again?
“I didn’t go anywhere, Jongwoon… I’ve been watching you all these years. I even told Heechul to watch over you when I couldn’t.” Kyuhyun whispered, running his hand through Jongwoon’s hair, hoping to soothe out any negative thoughts that may be lingering. But of course he couldn’t stop them, Jongwoon merely had to tilt his head and Kyuhyun could see the hurt and betrayal lying in his chocolate eyes. If he was always there, why didn’t he come back? Why did he wait all this time!? But before Jongwoon could utter the ‘why’ that lingered on his lips, Kyuhyun swiftly cut him off. “They banned me from seeing you, my Jongwoon. Such close connections between humans and the mythical realm are usually dangerous.” Kyuhyun said slowly, unable to hide the anger in voice.
He could still remember the day that Siwon had grabbed him harshly by the arm and given him an ultimatum. He could not argue with the king and it was supposedly kind that he was given some form of compensation from his years away from Jongwoon. It was still painful, excruciatingly so. Having Jongwoon in sight, just within reach but unable to call out to him, to pull him into his arms. The rainy days when Jongwoon sobbed his heart out, quietly calling out for someone to just save him, calling out to Kyuhyun to just come back - it was like someone had wrenched his heart out.
“And you were but a child. Incapable of making your own decisions. I could’ve manipulated you or others might have and caused a threat to our kingdom.” Kyuhyun mumbled, breathing in Jongwoon’s scent, unable to get enough of it. He rubbed his hands up and down Jongwoon’s back, kissing him on his forehead, seeing the telltale tremble of his bottom lip. Looking through the window sorrowfully, he had seen this little habit countless times. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to visit you… How much I just wanted to hold you… But I couldn’t. Siwon threatened to banish me if I even attempted to make contact with you a second before you turned twenty-one.”
“Banished? What would you…” Jongwoon started, his eyes looking up to Kyuhyun as the taller male showered him with kisses. He could feel a stinging behind his eyes, his tiny fingers curling tightly around Kyuhyun’s shirt. He couldn’t believe he had caused Kyuhyun such danger, such a threat to hang over his head. He didn’t know what banishment meant in the mythical realm but if it was anything like what it meant in the human world then…
“Don’t feel upset, my little Prince.” Kyuhyun cooed, holding Jongwoon’s face gently in his hands. He pressed a light kiss on his lips, sucking on Jongwoon’s bottom lip for a short while. He knew just how negative Jongwoon could be and that there were many demons taunting him in his mind. Whispering the nickname he had given him as when he was a child, Kyuhyun cradled the boy closer. “I don’t mind getting banished for you. Even if it means I’m stripped of my wings and magical reserves I would stay with you for the rest of the human life I am given.” One of Kyuhyun’s hands immediately found one of Jongwoon’s, intertwining their fingers and squeezing it. They fit perfectly together and Kyuhyun knew more than ever that this was the person he would give up immortal eternity for.
“But you…” Jongwoon started, almost pleading Kyuhyun with his eyes. Yes, he was more than elated that Kyuhyun was willing to give up his home, his ranking as a magical ranking, the rest of his life… But he couldn’t impose so much on someone. He’d feel the guilt for the rest of his life, even with Kyuhyun plastered to his side ensuring him that all was well.
“You don’t understand for now, Jongwoon. You wouldn’t, of course. I was missing from your life for so long, it’s only to be expected. But I watched you grow up, feeling my heart yearn so much for you that it burned.” Kyuhyun murmured against Jongwoon’s ear, the said ear going red almost instantly. He let out an amused sigh, choosing to sit up, Jongwoon seated more or less in his lap. He held the hand in his own tighter, bringing up to his lips to kiss it lightly on the knuckles. “This is what you humans and we fairies call love, my Jongwoon.”
***
How many times was it by now? In the course of two months, how many times had Kyuhyun guided right out of his palace, his bedroom, to this wonderful paradise? He was visiting this little hidden garden almost as often as he had as a child. He could not come here every day, he was still adamant about completing his duties to the best of his ability. He tried as best he could though, finding the rare spare moments he wasn’t working his butt off to sneak away. And the days that he couldn’t even find those moments Kyuhyun would come through his window, tucking the fully grown man beneath the sheets. Sometimes he would sing with that angelic voice, sometimes they would talk and others they would snuggle beneath the warm covers. Jongwoon really couldn’t recall being quite so content, so filled with unbridled joy as he had these past few months.
That, of course, did not stop his parents.
“Kyuhyun… Can I see your wings?” Jongwoon pleaded softly as their lips parted for a brief moment. It was one of those days that Jongwoon snuck out to their little heaven, beneath the apple tree, seated on Kyuhyun’s lap like it was where he belonged. Early in the afternoon he had just hopped down from his bedroom window, climbing down the palace wall to escape. He reached their refuge, surprising Kyuhyun when the prince had called out to him so early in the day. Usually Jongwoon appeared in the evenings, if not late at night. When the fairy had appeared, Jongwoon had merely thrown his arms around the taller male, stealing a long desperate kiss from him. Kyuhyun had reciprocated hesitantly, unused to the prince initiating the intimacy so readily, before pulling Jongwoon down to their current position.
He actually had needed this afternoon to brush up on his studies. On days like this it would be Kyuhyun going to Jongwoon before the prince went to bed, tucking him in and sharing a sweet moment. Jongwoon was serious about studying and often lost track of time, getting buried under books. He wanted to be perfect, to memorise everything - he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to study. But for once, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like him improving on his skills was going to matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.
“Jongwoon? What’s wrong? Tell me.” Kyuhyun said gently as he rubbed small circles with his thumb on Jongwoon’s clothed hips. The way he was handling him… It was almost like he was holding onto a precious glass sculpture, capable of breaking with just the slightest touch. Jongwoon looked like the most fragile person he had ever seen before, unable to do anything but wish for Kyuhyun to just kiss his worries away. “Come on tell me… I’m worried about you.” Kyuhyun enjoyed the kisses, he much appreciated them. Jongwoon had been slowly gaining confidence in their acts of intimacy but was never brave enough to initiate one himself. Kyuhyun had originally been pleasantly surprised but that surprise had transformed into concern. Jongwoon was never like this, never so desperate and needy. And the held silence was only intensifying Kyuhyun’s endless worry. “My little Prince, please tell me…”
“Nothing’s wrong, Kyuhyun…” Jongwoon whispered, trying to keep his tears at bay. He had come here to forget it all, not to remember it again. He shivered in Kyuhyun’s arms as the fairy kissed along jaw, knowing there was a sensitive spot right by the underside of his chin. He constantly focused on that spot, Jongwoon squeezing his eyes tight, hoping he would give in under the ministrations.
“You’re upset, my Jongwoon… Don’t try lying to me, your lying sucks.” Kyuhyun said as he trailed down Jongwoon’s neck where many love bites littered the pale column. They were merely there for satisfaction purposes on Kyuhyun’s behalf. With just a flick of his wrist, they were covered flawlessly, but he preferred to leave them there so he could admire how he laid claim on Jongwoon. The prince hadn’t really minded, as long as Kyuhyun covered them up afterwards. He even found it endearing.
“It’s nothing, Kyuhyun. It’s… Nothing.” Jongwoon said, biting his lower lip, eyes looking everywhere but Kyuhyun’s deep sensual eyes. He knew he was a terrible liar, the way he was acting now was just a dead giveaway, and if he looked into Kyuhyun’s eyes he might just give it all away in a second. He was well aware of Kyuhyun’s strong feelings, if he blurted it out now Kyuhyun would have no qualms about following his selfish desires and taking him far away. But Jongwoon, being Jongwoon, was much too selfless for that.
“Tell me.” Kyuhyun said simply, taking Jongwoon’s chin in one of his hands, forcing the prince to look straight into his eyes. And even though it sounded much more like an order, the pleading tone that saturated his voice could only imply a request. Never in the entirety of their relationship had Kyuhyun ever forced himself on Jongwoon, taking his desires and wants into much consideration. He had worked hard, using nothing but sincerity to express everything. When he said ‘love’, it wasn’t just a pretty four letter word. “Why do you want to see my wings?”
“I… I want to see what I’ll be taking from you if I…” Jongwoon trailed off, unable to hold his tongue, the amount of purity sparkling in Kyuhyun’s eyes impossible to ignore. But it hurt just to hear it, much less disclose the news to Kyuhyun. With what he desired, he would be ripping Kyuhyun from everything he had ever had. He just wanted to keep his mouth shut and suffer alone - he didn’t want to drag Kyuhyun into it. But couldn’t keep his silence, not with the encouraging look that the fairy kept giving him. “If I ask you take me away…”
“Jongwoon… Why do you want me to…” Kyuhyun began, biting down on his lip. It was killing him to not just lift Jongwoon right into his arms and fly to some faraway land. He partially didn’t care for the reason that the prince wanted to leave, he would definitely appreciate living in a world where no one had any expectations of them. But Jongwoon obviously loved his home, despite everything that had been burdened on him. There must be something terribly wrong for him to make this particular request.
“Please.”
Kyuhyun merely sighed, he just couldn’t resist when Jongwoon looked at him with those watery eyes. He couldn’t bear to see Jongwoon shed a single tear, not after all those years where the boy had cried alone in his bedroom. Instead of prodding for more answers, Kyuhyun opted for just following the request. He could always bug Yesung, hold him tight and beg him for an explanation later. He would probably be more compliant. So, he gestured for Jongwoon to stand up, the boy obeying and climbing off him. Kyuhyun stood too, looking behind him to ensure that he had enough space.
It took a minute, taking a deep breath, before a set of translucent gold wings sprouted from Kyuhyun’s back. There was a hint of green and blue along the edges, silver veins splayed throughout them - imitating a pair of butterfly wings. They glistened, almost as if covered in large amounts of glitter, truly and absolutely beautiful. The sheer beauty made Jongwoon want to burst into tears. This, this, was what he had asked Kyuhyun to give up for him. This pair of wings that gave him status, gave him identity, gave him all that he was. Why had he ever contemplated asking Kyuhyun to give up what practically made him up?
“Jongwoon… Jongwoon?” Kyuhyun pulled Jongwoon towards him, trapping him in his arms. He squeezed him tight, kissing the top of the trembling boy’s head. Jongwoon barely registered what was happening, only burying his head in the crook of Kyuhyun’s neck as the fairy pat his back, rubbing in smooth comforting circles. “My little Prince… Don’t cry.”
“I can’t… I can’t, Kyuhyun. I could never.” Jongwoon sobbed, hands reaching up behind Kyuhyun, desperately grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. His fingers clenched, shaking in fear and anxiety, a guttural sound exiting his throat, filled with only pure sadness. He was beyond crushed but he couldn’t ask Kyuhyun to take it away - to bring far from the pain. There were only two options and if one meant depression for the rest of his life as long as Kyuhyun was safe, he was more than willing to pick it.
“Jongwoon… I won’t force you into telling me anything or to do anything that you do not want.” Kyuhyun whispered as gently as possible, his voice smooth and rich. He rearranged their position, choosing instead to lie on the grass, Jongwoon pulled carefully into his embrace, the prince’s head resting on his chest. He wrapped one arm securely around Jongwoon’s shoulder, keeping him as close as possible, the other caressing his cheek. He couldn’t help but stare adoringly into Jongwoon’s eyes, hating how the beautiful almond eyes were still full of tears, bloodshot from the sobbing. “I want you to be happy.” He wiped an escaped tear with his thumb, kissing the other cheek. “I love you.”
And because he loves Jongwoon, he held him close and didn’t prod. He talked about everything under the sun, about how Siwon was being extra meticulous about his work, about how Hankyung was telling Siwon every little detail of their escapades, about how Heechul wouldn’t stop being insufferable. He mentioned how the chef in the fairy kingdom was getting lazy and the food tasted like unicorn crap. He went into detail about how hard his bed felt after he cuddled with Jongwoon on his luxurious bed. He talked so much the sun went down, replaced by stars and a crescent moon. And when the tears had dried and Jongwoon wasn’t looking half as down…
“I love you.”
That was when he broke. That was when he launched into a whole new set of tears and told Kyuhyun everything. It was painfully clear how much Kyuhyun felt for him, how much he yearned. It was only fair that Jongwoon at least confide in him, showed him how much he trusted him - how much he mattered. How many times had Kyuhyun shown to stand by his side, holding his hand? Countless. How many times had Kyuhyun stroked his hair when he was down? Too many. How many times had Kyuhyun proved that he truly loved him? Innumerable.
He began the whole story with breakfast, how his parents had barely even greeted him. It was common courtesy for them to at least give him a prompt ‘good morning’. This time it wasn’t. His brother had joined in just minutes later, giving Jongwoon possibly the most sympathetic look he could conjure up. Jongwoon had assumed it was the regular look of pity due to the uneven distribution of affection. He was dead wrong.
After breakfast, his parents had called him to the head of the table, dismissing Jongjin. Underneath the expensive glass chandeliers and by the rich oak chairs, they broke it to him much too casually. They calmly stated that Jongwoon would not be taking his rightful place as king, instead all his inheritance going to his much more capable younger brother. They had made most of the formal preparations already. It was almost too easy, no one except for close royal families knew of the two princes. Changing the heir was a simple process. Jongwoon would have a use, just not one that was his birth right. His parents had an even better excuse to neglect him, to shun him into a colder corner and withhold the affection he had yearned for years.
Not even one minute after he had retreated to his bedroom, shell shocked, he had escaped his room. All he could think of was running straight into Kyuhyun’s embrace, letting those strong arms give him immeasurable amounts of comfort and safety. He had only one attachment to his home, it was not a home without a family to love him, and that had been ripped from his grasp. He had a goal, an ambition - to gain any form of affection from the parents he loved dearly. But now that would be much too difficult to accomplish, they had already cast him to the sidelines.
And then a treacherous, dangerous, thought entered his mind. Kyuhyun loved him. Kyuhyun mentioned doing anything for him. Kyuhyun said he would accept banishment for him. Kyuhyun… Kyuhyun could take him away from Riasse, where everything just hurt. Kyuhyun could take away the pain and the misery and they could live together, happy. He could go to sleep in Kyuhyun’s arms and wake up in them, not worrying about the countless responsibilities he had. Life would be hard, but they would have each other and they wouldn’t be weighed down. But even if he didn’t have a home, Kyuhyun did. Kyuhyun had a place to belong, a place that he would never be able to return to should he comply to Jongwoon’s selfish request.
“Jongwoon… Jongwoon, listen to me.” Kyuhyun murmured into Jongwoon’s ear, the prince sobbing all over again. He knew a day like this would come. Jongwoon was suffocating under the overbearing hold of his parents and one day he would realise and choke. They had done something drastic and cruel for him to realise. But it was better sooner than later. Of course, Kyuhyun was more than prepared either way. “Jongwoon, don’t think about anything. Just listen to my voice.” Jongwoon’s hiccups stopped for a moment, solely focusing on Kyuhyun. He channelled all his energy into listening to every word, hanging onto everything Kyuhyun’s sweet voice said. “My home… The place I belong… it’s with you.” He nuzzled Jongwoon’s cheek before readjusting their positions, rolling on top of him. He planted both his hands beside Jongwoon’s head, hovering right above him and planting a kiss upon his lips. “For me to be happy, you have to happy. Do you understand how much it hurts to see you suffering all the time?”
Kyuhyun stroked his obsidian locks, smiling at the way Jongwoon shivered in his touch. He still did. Every time Kyuhyun caressed him gently, softly kissing him, he would react as if it was the first time. Jongwoon’s chocolate eyes stared up at Kyuhyun as the fairy kissed him sensually, falling right into rhythm. Kyuhyun’s mouth moved suavely, Jongwoon’s breath hitching and leaning to the intimacy. They had always fit so perfectly together, be it in an embrace or a kiss, be it holding hands or merely stroking each other’s cheeks.
“I… I don’t want to watch you grow old and watch as your life fades right before my eyes as I remain in this immortality. I want to be able to call you mine and spend a human eternity together.” Kyuhyun said as they broke apart, kissing again at Jongwoon’s upper lip. He loved how Jongwoon tasted. There was something so unique and wonderful about it that he wanted to taste every corner. He wanted to explore every inch and claim it as his own. “Jongwoon… I won’t take you away if you don’t want to. But I want to. More so than anything in the entire human and mythical world.” Kyuhyun kissed Jongwoon’s cheek lightly, feeling the smaller male reach up with shaking hands to hold onto his shoulders. “I love you.”
Jongwoon bit his lip as Kyuhyun’s lips trailed down his throat, leaving tiny marks along the way. He wriggled a little under the ministrations, an embarrassing little noise pulled from his mouth. It wasn’t the first, but it always felt like it was. He felt Kyuhyun kiss down to his collarbone, nipping lightly at the thin skin. He continued further into the simple shirt Jongwoon donned and the prince felt Kyuhyun hesitate, his movements stopping at the first button. Jongwoon knew why, knew what Kyuhyun wanted but wouldn’t take without his permission and love. The smaller boy grasped Kyuhyun’s chin in two hands, bringing him back to eye level.
Swiftly, he captured the fairy’s lips in the softest kiss he could conjure up. He closed his eyes, shyly sucking on Kyuhyun’s bottom lip, enjoying the moment. He tried to mesh all his feelings into the kiss, trying to convey his message without words. His hands wandered to Kyuhyun’s neck, small fingers playing with the curled locks by his neck. It didn’t take much for Kyuhyun to respond, merely pressing back and following Jongwoon’s lead before they both had to separate for need of air.
“I love you, Kyuhyun.”
Now, this was a first. And Kyuhyun couldn’t hold himself back. He saw all the trust and the love welling in those almond eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased. He promised to be gentle as he kissed Jongwoon all over again, hands roaming to the impeding clothing. He moved as slow as possible, wanting to treasure their first night together. It was supposed to special, as precious as possible. Jongwoon was giving him his innocence, his purity, something that could never be gained ever again.
Jongwoon was the first to be bare, clearly embarrassed as Kyuhyun soon joined him in their shared nudity. Their clothes laid scattered across the dewy grass, Kyuhyun slowly working Jongwoon into a state of absolute relaxation. He caressed and kissed, doing all the right things to ensure that the prince would remember this experience fondly. He carefully built up the lust hanging in the air, Jongwoon’s eyes only showing how expertly Kyuhyun was working.
With only the luminous moon as an audience, Jongwoon and Kyuhyun forgot all that bound them. Jongwoon was no longer a prince; Kyuhyun was no longer a fairy. They were two simple beings, totally and utterly in love, and completed. It was painful for Jongwoon but he endured it, allowing Kyuhyun to take the lead and do whatever it would take to help him up to cloud nine. It was an unpleasant feeling until Kyuhyun found the perfect angle, sending Jongwoon scrambling and hoping for the same spot to be found. Kyuhyun complied eagerly, quickening his pace, kissing Jongwoon as lovingly as he could.
They were both finished within a short while, panting and sweating and content. Jongwoon was still flushing a bright red, Kyuhyun letting out a small chuckle as he kissed Jongwoon sweetly before disconnecting their bodies. Jongwoon had grumbled at the separation but Kyuhyun silently ensured there would be similar nights following. And in the midst of the blue roses, the glittering lake, the flawless white bench, the prosperous apple tree, under the glowing moon…
“Take me away.”
***
“Yah! Kyuhyun!” Jongwoon cried out as Kyuhyun suddenly grasped him from behind. His lover nuzzled his nose in the crook of his neck, two arms wrapping as tightly around him as possible. He giggled as light kissed peppered up his throat, shivering and blushing as usual.
“It seems he’s still a retard, no matter how many years pass.”
Jongwoon turned around in Kyuhyun’s tight embrace, wrapping his arms around Kyuhyun’s neck. He reached up on his tip toes to press a kiss to his lips. As he pulled away he couldn’t help but stare at his lover’s still beautiful face. The years had matured his features. He no longer had the young and lively features of an early twenty year old, instead looking at least five years older but still just as charming. He hummed happily, swaying slightly in Kyuhyun’s arms. “What happened?”
“Just admit it Heechul, you miss him.”
“Shut it, Hannie!”
“Is there a need for a reason as to why I’m touching you?” Kyuhyun asked mischievously, his hands wandering. One hand made it under Jongwoon’s shirt, caressing his lowermost back, the other still tightly wound around his waist. There were many things Jongwoon could assume about what he was thinking and the smirk on Kyuhyun’s face was giving everything away.
“Don’t talk to him like that.”
“Oh and here comes Mr. I’m-a-softy-at-heart.”
“Yah! Don’t address your King so informally.”
“Not before dinner, Kyuhyun.” Jongwoon said shaking his head, whacking the boy on his shoulder. Kyuhyun, like a dejected puppy, whimpered and withdrew the hand that was perversely stroking Jongwoon’s skin. But he still kept a firm grasp on Jongwoon, kissing his right eyelid. Jongwoon just half heartedly hit Kyuhyun on the shoulder again but that only prompted his lover to kiss the other eyelid.
“I don’t think I want to eat your cooking tonight.” Kyuhyun snickered, almost full out laughing when Jongwoon’s face lit up in irritation. It was a fact that Jongwoon’s cooking was not the most brilliant but it wasn’t like Kyuhyun could complain. Kyuhyun could burn water.
“What? He is. He’s supposed to be ruling with an iron hand and he takes pity on a renegade fairy. Isn’t that just precious?”
“It’s an act of kindness, Heechul. Why don’t you get back to work now instead of spying on this couple through the crystal ball?”
“Why don’t you go fuck a wall or Hannie, Siwon?”
“We all know you miss him, Chullie. Come, my King, let us leave Heechul to his own happenings.”
“Don’t get upset, Jongwoon. I just had something a little different in mind.” Kyuhyun said as he caressed Jongwoon’s face, noting how the boy unconsciously pouted. It was absolutely precious and Kyuhyun never got tired of it. He kissed Jongwoon’s nose before snapping his fingers, still amazed by the fact he could still do simple spells like this. He had lost his wings and his immortality yet he could put food on the table from out of thin air. He guessed maybe Siwon wasn’t as heartless as he had perceived.
“Kyuhyun! What… What’s the occasion?” Jongwoon asked gaping at the candlelit dinner in front of him. A vase full of blue roses sat in the centre of the table, a flawless white table cloth placed over their originally simple table. He and Kyuhyun came to appreciate the sweet, domestic things but sometimes a little bit of luxury was more than welcomed. He looked back up at Kyuhyun, still in shock. And all he needed to know was present in those dark eyes that still made him shiver.
“I love you.”
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A/N: Yups, I’m gonna be totally lazy and copy and paste my A/N that I’m kind of using for all my KyuSung fest fics… I’m sorry for being lazy lol.
“HI! I’m not dead! Yays? LOL.
Well… I feel ashamed that I haven’t posted in so long that I forgot how I format things and had to go check… T.T Well, anyway, even though this is kind of like… copy-and-paste cuz it’s what I wrote for the KyuSung fest, I actually have something coming up soon ^.^ BTW I’ve been trying to edit my style and characterisation a little because my previous fics are just… complete disgraces to the literate world… lol so what do you think? I like to think the KyuSung fest helped me develop my style a little more but who knows? Haha.”
Yups that’s the copy and pasted part. Anyway, anyone realise that I’m kind of sort of steering away from smut? LOL. It’s just too much work and I always feel so awkward and embarrassed when I write it lol… So… Don’t expect any more from me really… Sorry? But you have to admit, when I wrote it it was pretty damn bad, no loss there XD
And thank you so, so much to wonderful beta, midnight. She’s super supportive, super constructive and an awesome Unnie!! I highly recommend her fics if you haven’t read them because they’re PURE KYUSUNG AWESOMENESS! And if you haven’t read them I honestly have no idea where you have been for the past 6 months or so cuz she’s absolutely brilliant! ^.^
See you next time, darlings ^.^