Golden chains [Part 5]
>Part 4<
Chapter 5
He went to bed after a second cup of wine. Jonghyun had laughed when he had asked for another one but was more than happy to run down to make one more. He was therefore not surprised that his lord had rosy cheeks. “Sleep well.” He whispered as he tucked Kibum in, who giggled. “I’m not a child.” He complained but he did knock over the ink pot earlier while he wanted to put down the cup of gone wine.
Jonghyun smiled, showing Kibum his inked dyed palms he got while trying to get the mess out of the carpet. “I know you are not, my lord. But do sleep well.” He nearly sang, petting the furs covering his young master. Kibum pulled a face but otherwise didn’t show his guilt.
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It was hot, too hot. Kibum kicked the covers off his body. Something in his room moved. Did he wake Jonghyun? He was drowsy himself; he just wanted to sleep. Turning, he searched for a comfortable position. He couldn’t. His body was itching, feeling strange. Jonghyun, he wanted to whisper but he couldn’t. His breath left him in a pant. Sleep took him again.
But his dreams were not peaceful. His fantasy was strange, dark. Kibum step forward wondering where it would take him. "Master?" The call was sweet a familiar. Where was he? Kibum turned, looking for the blonde. "Where are you?" He muttered under his breath.
Yet the search proved useless. He could not find him. "Jonghyun?" He called, a russle of cloth his only answer. There was someone. But it was too dark to see. "Jong-" the name died on his lips. There was warmth on him. Something pressing on his forehead. He sighed. His eyes finally working. Opening so slightly, it was unclear, sleep still sticking to his eyes. A blonde mob and big dark eyes. "Jong??" He mumbled, his hand reaching out. Jonghyun caught it, a bit confused. "I was looking for you." The slave blinked. "My lord?" His voice was so sweet, soft and concerned. "Are you plagued with bad dreams?" He whispered, leaning closer. But Kibum shook his head, smiling. Everything was fine, every thing was perfect to fall back asleep.
He snuggled back in to the pillows when a hand squeezed his. It turned into a massage, Jonghyun pulling his fingers until they were limp and soft. He would stay to make sure that his lord's dreams where peaceful again. But he frowned when he saw that Kibum's forehead was knitted. Would it be okay? His lordship had allowed him to act more on his own accord.
Jonghyun lifted his hand, his fingers touched the creases on the master's face. His skin was not abnormally hot yet there was a blush brushing his cheeks. Jonghyun wished that he could see what ever bothered his lord’s night. Without much thinking his hand had moved, cupping the young lord's cheek. It pleased Kibum it seemed, as he snuggled into the warmth. Jonghyun smiled. Maybe Kibum was just in need of affection.
Kibum felt warm now, a feeling that seemed more. "My lord?" There he was. Golden hair, piercings reflecting the light in his eyes. Kibum smiled and hurried to him. Even in his dreams, he was there for him. But when he got closer he didn't know what happened. His vision when dark and his sleep became dreamless. "Jong..."
He was sleeping soundly. And Jonghyun wanted to head back to his own bed when his master called again. No, it was in his sleep. ‘Jong’, that was what he was called by. Jonghyun knew that he would never get that nickname when awake. It was endearing.
The bed was big and his Lord clearly didn't want him to go. Maybe he was allowed to stay there. Just on the edge of the pillows. Jonghyun curled up.
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Hands, Kibum felt hands on his body. They were hands not his own. The touch burning. He needed to catch them, he would not just allow anyone to touch him like that. His hands followed yet strange, he never did catch them. As soon as he got the they were gone, touching else where. Places that no one was allow to go. He whimpered, it didn't feel like hands anymore. Maybe he was mistaken from the very start. The feeling, it was heat.
His chest rose, the discomfort making him move. This was not a good dream. It was bothering him. "Jong..." He needed something. Where was his shadow. "My lord?" The call was far away, sweet as ever. "Jonghyun..." He whimpered. His body moving, his knees pressing together.
He wanted Jonghyun to touch him again. To cup his cheek and shush his sleepless night. Yet his body was acting like it was not his own. His hands reached his chest, his fingers spreading as if he wanted to touch everything. The thin silk was too hot. His nails scratched at it, wanting to break the fabric.
But it moved away, and that please Kibum. The fresh breeze met his skin as an erotic caress and he arched his back. It was too vivid. He was too sensitive, and it made him want to protect himself. His hands were covering his skin again but it had made him gasp. His nipples, usually innocent and soft were everything opposite. It had pleasured him and he pressed into it again.
Exciting, it was exciting his nerves. Giving him opportunities to do so much more. Everything, he wanted everything. He sighed out when he discovered his own body. "My lord?" The call was soft, but Kibum ignored it. It didn't matter to him. The only thing he wanted was the pressure to be lifted.
It was building in the pit of his stomach. No lower, his hand followed, reaching to whatever it was he would find. And what he found made him moan.
It wasn't the first time that this situation plagued him, yet it might as well be. The touch still excited him. He was hot, swollen, hard. Kibum cupped his own member. Shivering and pushing his legs apart. "Oh..." He whimpered, his hand grasping his need. His robe must have fallen open, the fabric removed from his skin.
Slow, his member was sensitive, Kibum moved. Not yet desperate enough to press the right buttons. He relaxed into the sheets, sighing as he got a steady rhythm. The cool air was contrasting so nicely on his skin.
Yet it was disturbed. Kibum moaned. Warmth, no downright scorching touch. Something pressing onto his chest. Massaging, playing his nerves and making him pant. His imagination was playing tricks and his hand sped up more. He whimpered when the pressure concentrated around his sensitive nipples. There is nothing that he could do to make it stop, or he just didn't want to.
It got too intense, like it was wet, hot and so sweet. Kibum moaned at the feeling. The warmth moved, all over his front. It didn't stay still until Kibum didn't understand where it was anymore. His whole body was on fire.
He was paralysed. His mouth open moaning to what ever his skin was attacked with. His hands were moved, covered with another pair. Large hands, hands that did just as he pleased. Soft and insecure at first yet when Kibum let out a moan they became brave again. Kibum didn’t fight it. The feeling of being taken care of was warming him. It was giving him so much more pleasure than he ever felt and why would he want to wake up from this dream?
His breath was heavy. His hands reaching for something to hold to get a firm grip on this fantasy. There was soft silk under him, it seemed so weak, floating. It was not enough for when the pleasure reached a new level. His back lifted off the bed and he cried. There was something. He had never felt that before. Hot wetness surrounding him, suction.
It was too real. Too intense. His eyes fluttered. The darkness was changing, flashes of white covered his sight. The pressure was too much and his fingers left the fabric to whatever it was between his thighs. Hair, a head, someone. “Oh.” Kibum threw his own head back. His breath leaving him in short strained pants. He knew who it should be. Who dared to do this. To make him weak like that. It had to be his own shadow.
“Jong…” Kibum whimpered. His fingers knotted themselves in golden locks. He was pulling, refusing Jonghyun’s affection but he didn’t have it in his heart to hurt the other. “No… ahh..” He whined, the pressure just getting larger. The slave’s hand reaching up, burning Kibum’s skin in a way that he could now understand. It was unfair. He didn’t want this. But he was too weak to fight it now.
The lord’s legs were over the other’s shoulders. And Jonghyun kept them there with the hand that was not wondering. They should have never taught Jonghyun that this was allowed. But Kibum couldn’t disagree now. He was close, his muscles tensing, his skin wet with sweat. Jonghyun controlled his body now. Every little reaction was his making. Kibum could not bare it.
He could not stop him. He could not stop himself. His body was not under his switch. His voice called Jonghyun's name and his toes curled. This, was something he had never felt. It was so sinful, he wanted things he never dared asked for. He did not have too.
Jonghyun knew what felt the best. It was like he had touched him a million times. Or maybe it was because he had never been touch like that before. He wouldn't last long. Jonghyun sank a little lower and Kibum's eyes fluttered. His nose was buried in Kibum's private hair and he felt shyness cover him again. He didn't want this. "Oh..." No, he really wanted this. Jonghyun bobbed his head pulling moans out of his master.
He was going to break. His breath shaking, his hands clutching at gold. "Jong..." Yes, that was it. The slave worked a little harder, his hand going over the pale skin of this stomach, adding extra shivers to Kibum's ecstasy. The young Lord fought him. His hand grasped, tried to catch Jonghyun's stray hand. The blonde let him, lacing their fingers together as if that would give Kibum any support.
It didn't. It didn't help him prolong the feelings, it didn't prolong his orgasm from hitting him. It only saved a couple of Jonghyun's hairs. As he arched his back and whimpered, he clutched at their intertwined fingers. Kibum was cumming. His sight useless, his body high and seconds away from heaven. He didn’t understand what was happening.
When it came all back to him. His body was sweating and cold. He heard Jonghyun cough and he sat up. How dare that slave. With the last of his energy, he hit Jonghyun on the head. Yet no real power was behind it all and the slave gave him a sheepish smile, his cheeks wet with what Kibum would never dare to voice. “Did it not pleasure you, my lord.” Kibum looked at him with an incredulous expression. “Never…” His lack of breathe stole his words from him. “Do that.. again.” He finished furiously. He saw Jonghyun gulp in the little light of the moon.
He pointed at the floor and Jonghyun understood well enough. His lord hastily pulled his silks over him to get some dignity back again. No, this shouldn’t have happened. He couldn’t believe it. He heard Jonghyun shuffle back to his matt of woven hay. Kibum turned his back to him as if that would make the distance between them grow. “Oh, dear gods.” He whispered to himself. He was feeling terribly cold now. His hands were shaking and he covered his face.
Sleep didn’t take him again that night.
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The morning came and Jonghyun brought his lord his meal to break his fast. Yet Kibum barely touched it. Jonghyun was kneeling in front of him for a while now yet nothing changed. He was biting his lip and had his head bowed but still Kibum didn’t want to acknowledge him. Jonghyun sighed and got up. He was back at starting point. No, he was far below that. He had dug his own grave, he just hoped that his lord was forgiving.
Jonghyun looked back to his master. His shoulders were slouched and he played with his food without appetite. No, it was not he who needed to be pitied. He needed to beg for his master’s forgiveness. He had done something wrong, terribly wrong and he was the one at fault. He was the one that acted shamelessly. He had touched his master in a way that was unspeakable and it was not something welcomed.
Yet, Kibum had called for him. Jonghyun nibbled his lip confused. He had been startled when Kibum had whimpered his name, he was sure that it had been a fever that coursed his Lord’s body to burn yet it was nothing but desire. Was it for him? No, Jonghyun shook his head. He could not think so highly of himself. Kibum would never want him like that. Never.
“My lord.” With a few steps he was in front of him again. He had to call for his attention. This was something they both needed to face. Jonghyun’s knees hit the ground before the great bed. He bowed his head, his fists clenched on his knees. “My lord, I should not have touched your body. I should not have taken advantage of your weakened state. I shouldn’t be allowed to live. I will pay for my crime. I will take any punishment you desire. Without mercy.”
But the confession was followed with more silence. Then a sigh, Jonghyun dared to look up, his master was looking down on him. An expression that was difficult to read. “Forget it. I will not punish you.” Jonghyun’s eyes widened. No, he was guilty; he needed to pay. “My lord...” He clutched at the furs of the bed. His master turned his head. “Forget it. It is an order if it is too difficult for you to shut up about it.”
He was angry. Yet there was all the calmness in his voice, above the ice. The harshness of his words cut into Jonghyun. He swallowed, somehow like this guilt would only lick at his feelings more. Kibum got out of his bed and Jonghyun followed him without a word. They needed to prepare for the day ahead.
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'Forget about it.' How could Jonghyun? He followed his Lord everywhere, like it was a day of many. Kibum didn't act any different. He took anything he offered, declining the extra he didn't want. Yet the distance between them was giving Jonghyun heartache. When they were alone he didn't ask or talk to him, he didn't steal a glance he didn't play with him anymore.
It saddened Jonghyun, it hurt more than a crack of a whip. He would learn his lesson. But he did not dare word his feelings. He was feeling sorry for himself even though he knew that his lord felt terribly betrayed. He shouldn’t be here. Jonghyun sighed and followed his master into council. There were to be a meeting, something that Jonghyun was now accustomed to. They would talk about all types of things. Taxes, arranges, laws and Kibum needed to learn how to govern these councils in order to rule the city once his father passed on.
But that would not be too soon, as the powerful man rumbled. He was sitting at the head of the table while Kibum seated himself at the end. “We will continue yesterday’s ordeal.” The spokesman said and the scribe behind them pierced his quill. The lord nodded and listened. “It had gotten to our attention that there is a flood of people moving from the south west of the kingdom. The decreasing water sources have been the cause of the problem and our King has requested the neighbouring cities to host. Yet even though we are not part of those few, refugees have come to our doorstep.” The spokesperson cleared his throat.
“The table has been divided on the matter.” The representative sat back down. The master of coin rose. “I would like to propose a plan. There is a truth that water supplies are dwindling. Even here, it will become troublesome if our population were to grow. Therefore, I have made a plan. An aqueduct. It is an ambitious program. A commitment that will take years yet it will strengthen the future of our city. It would enrich our everyday lives and create great jobs and security of the lives of many.” He placed the project in paper form down on the beautiful stone table.
The religions leader rose his hand. “The gods will only smile down on them when they have accepted the real faith. Yet if they don’t it will only bring disorder to the city. I beg of you. Please be careful. Building a project like that will not solve the problems it might cause. We should be careful with who we let in to our midst.” Somehow Jonghyun felt a stare on him and glanced up and realised that the priest was looking at him. Yet for how long? Why? Jonghyun shifted.
He felt uncomfortable but he was not in any position to say anything. "Is it not in your interest to take on the weak and poor to teach the way of our gods?" Kibum questioned with would Jonghyun know was his hidden boredom. His father nodded, letting his son use his sharp tongue. "I'm afraid that these people are not on a pilgrimage."
"You are correct." Kibum said. "They are fleeing death. And with that we have to give them the kindness of our hearts." Jonghyun nodded to himself. His father too seem to agree. "We can not have fear take over for judgement. They are equal to us and therefor welcome."
There was a mumble going around the table. Jonghyun wondered. Kibum said that he was from the far north and these people would come from the far south. Then how did they look like? Jonghyun had never met someone from there. He started to be curious.
"Yet this project. I would like to go into depth of it myself. And also Kibum, I want him to take the task as his first big building project. So if you will, I would like to speak to my son in private." The council bowed as they got dismissed for now. Jonghyun waited for a sign which Kibum didn't give until everyone else was gone. "You too." He whispered and Jonghyun bowed his head, walking backwards to show his utter respect to the two lords.
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If his master was unwilling to punish him than he, only thing he could do was punish himself. Yet only in a way that Kibum couldn't see. So when night fell, he did not close his eyes. He trained them on the pages of any book he could find. So that the next time that his master would hear him read, he would be pleased with him again. That was his motivation.
Yet no matter how hard he tried. The letters before his tired eyes played with him. Even when he cited them under his breath did they not stop moving. Jonghyun willed them to stay still so that he could make sense of them.
"You should use your finger to guide." The advice was spoken in a soft tone. Jonghyun's head shot up. Did he wake his master with his endless mumbling, or was it the candle light that had disturbed him. "My lord?"
Said Lord sighed and got out of bed. It was late, the middle of the night. Yet Jonghyun was studying. It made the young noble pity him. "Use your finger. It will be easier." Jonghyun looked back down to his hands as if he didn't understand what a finger was. "Teacher Lee forbade me to do so. He said it made me look like a big child."
There was a giggle for the other side of the table. Kibum had closed into him, looking at what he was reading. Another love story, of course. Jonghyun stood up and offered him his chair. Kibum sat down and looked over the words to refresh his memory. Jonghyun had hurried, taking a heavy cloak to cover Kibum's shoulders.
"Take a stool too." Kibum said and Jonghyun did just that. Setting it to sit next to the table. Kibum turned the book so that Jonghyun could read if only he sat on the stool. The slave gave him a questionable look but did what was expected when Kibum gestured. "I..-" Jonghyun started but that was not the first word on the page. Kibum tapped the parchment and Jonghyun lowered his head.
"She was- be... Beau-tiful." He looked up. "Her hair long and da-dark. Wev... Woven in to end-less co.. curls." He stuttered. But Kibum smiled. It was going well, Jonghyun was much more secure than last time. The servant spared a glance up before starting his second sentence. "He cu... Could not take his eyes.. Of her." He read aloud. His eyes flickering to his master to make sure that he was doing it right.
Kibum rested his head on his palm. Watching Jonghyun more then the pages he read. But after a chapter he sighed. "Master?" Kibum looked sleepy again but hummed to show that he was listening. "Why do you have so many books?" Kibum smiled. "So that I can read them." He said but not really understanding the reason of the question. Jonghyun shook his head. "My mother always told me stories. I thought that was more interesting. You can share." Ah, that was it. Kibum stood up and pulled the cloak with him. "Sometimes you just want to enjoy it alone." He said. It was a lie and Jonghyun knew that.
He followed Kibum out to the balcony. "My lord, it is late. You should be in bed. I shouldn't have disturbed you." His master lent over the railing. "It doesn't matter. It was not you that cause me to be awake." He looked at him now. Jonghyun blinked. He felt like Kibum was holding back from saying something. Like he was judging him if he could trust him with a secret.
"Tomorrow, Lord Yi will arrive. He has asked for a private dinner even though I have already declined his hand. Still he presses for a chance to meet. Nobody will be allowed to join by his request." Jonghyun frowned. He didn't like this. "Except you."
He was walking closer to Jonghyun and he didn't move. "Except you, you will be allowed to stay with me." He spoke softly. Stopping so close that Jonghyun felt his breath fanning over his face. "I would never leave you alone." He said as if he was in a trance.
The other's eyes were so dark. Jonghyun wished that he could cup the young lord's face. To have him snuggle into his warmth once again to have the other know that he was there. Yet his hands clenched at his sides. Kibum was untouchable.
>Part 6<