[fic] Sehun/Lu Han: Burning Bright (My King)
title: Burning Bright (My King)
pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
genre: romance, angst(?), smut
rating: R
word count: ~5k w
summary: Where all Lu Han ever wanted was to burn as bright as Sehun. And Lu Han deserves the best, and nothing but the best.
After the celebration of King Oh Sehun’s coronation, things have finally calmed down into a state of serene quiet, everything settling back to the listless hum of the walls and the quiet, almost imperceptible breathing as sleep takes over the people residing in the palace. The weeks of preparation, and hectic schedules accompanying the influx of nobles and other people of importance from neighbouring kingdoms flocking to watch the remarkable event had the whole city abuzz, the people both accepting and dreading the happening. Hotels and inns were fully booked; restaurants and pubs were filled to the brim with people that came from far and wide to support the ascension to the throne of the new King.
Prince Lu Han was one of them. But unlike the others that stay around the city, he is invited to stay at the Palace, where the other royals who are also acquaintances with the now King, reside for the time being. But he thinks of himself as above the others, a rank higher than the other princes and dukes and would-be kings. Lu Han likes to think he’s special.
He walks along the empty hallways of the magnificent Palace, and remembers how he used to run through them, playing mouse while Sehun takes the role of the cat. Sehun was nothing more but a kid back then, like Lu Han, nothing but a prince who didn’t have any duties or obligations, nothing other than be Lu Han’s playmate. He looks out through the parted curtains and out the window, admiring the full moon that casts its watery light down at the beautiful courtyard. He remembers running through the green grass there, too, still with Sehun.
It came as a surprise when it was announced it would be Oh Sehun that would ascend the throne, seeing as he was only the third prince, third in the line of kingship. He was far from being a king; everyone only ever saw him as a prince, and the closest opportunity he got to ruling over a land on his own was to become a duke when he married as per the kingdom’s customs. It was one of the things Lu Han and Sehun had in common, which made them hit off. They weren’t made for kingship.
But the moment the first prince declined and said he wouldn’t succeed the throne, and the second prince announced that he’d enter the monastery to become a priest instead, Oh Sehun stepped up to it and accepted his responsibility to the people, the country, and his deceased parents. If one thinks about it, Oh Sehun was the perfect candidate out of the three brothers to become the King. He was always the brightest, most willed, and most involved when it came to the matters of the kingdom. When the King, their father, was still alive, he had been the one accompanying him during trips to the city and the neighbouring kingdoms, gaining friends and comrades from across seas and countries.
Lu Han was there during the years Sehun started learning about his princely duties, of the ways of becoming a prince. They both learnt at the same time, though Sehun had always joked Lu Han should be learning how to become a princess, to which Lu Han responded with a kick to the shin and slap on the arm. So much has changed since then, and it probably will still continue now that Prince Sehun will now become, slowly but surely, King Sehun.
The cool wind makes Lu Han’s nightgown flitter around him as he makes his way down the grand staircase, the silks brushing against the skin of his legs as his slippered feet take him to the lobby. He takes a turn to the right, passing by numerous portraits of past Kings of the kingdom, Sehun’s great grandfather, his grandfather, his late father. Soon enough, Sehun will be up there too, his young face a stark contrast against the leaders who ascended the throne late in their lives. Lu Han stops in front of the golden double doors, the surface embossed with angels and images of the history of the kingdom, brought into relief and given life on the glistening panels. He can faintly hear Sehun’s voice recounting the stories behind every symbol on the double doors, his hand squeezing Lu Han’s smaller one as he talks about them in great detail and whispered enthusiasm, as if what he’s sharing Lu Han is the secret to the universe and not how the Great Ancestors established their first library at the time.
Lu Han wraps his hands around the jewel-encrusted handles of the double doors, feeling the rubies and emeralds dig into his palms as he pushes them open.
The throne room welcomes him, white Tuscan columns lining the sides and supporting the second level where the council sits during hearings and meetings. Earlier this day that level was full, men wearing maroon velvet robes filling the seats to overlook the coronation of the new King. The whole throne room was full, in general, people of importance and some of those from the media who were granted permission to watch and cover the event present to watch the Archbishop put the crown on Sehun’s head, and hand him the Sceptre and the Book of Laws. Now it was empty, save for the one person Lu Han has been looking for.
In front of Lu Han is the throne, on top of the elevated marble platform. It is a big chair made of glimmering gold, the backrest carved intricately and embedded with the kingdom’s finest and most prized jewels, dated back to the Dark Ages when the throne was first made. There is a huge cross situated in the top middle of it, diamond crystals of different colours adorning it. The armrests and the very seat are lined with the softest velvet, made to accommodate the King of the Kingdom.
And that’s where Prince Lu Han finds Pri-King Sehun.
He’s sitting on the throne, his head bowed. Even in his position his head still manages to cover half of the cross. King Sehun is bent over, his elbows on the armrests as he holds the Royal Crown in both his hands. The King’s robe lays on his lap, the white cotton fur giving way to a gleaming carpet of velvet scarlet that runs down and pools around Sehun’s feet. He still hasn’t changed from his regal attire, still wearing the kingdom’s traditional clothes consisting of a loose, white button up tucked into camel brown breeches, a deep burgundy red vest, and patented leather boots that reach up to the middle of the King’s calves. He’s already ditched the cravat and unbuttoned his vest, but he still looks regal, kingly, magnificent-so different from when he was just a mere prince who wore much simpler clothes and didn’t care at all about his appearance.
Lu Han goes back to this morning, how he helped Sehun, for the first time since they’ve known each other, pick out his clothes and made sure he looked everything a King should be. He had picked out the cufflinks Sehun wore, helping tidy his cravat and brushing few strands of Sehun’s silver hair back into place. To think neither of them expected this day to ever come, but here they are.
Taking steps closer, Lu Han starts, voice soft, “Your Majesty, are you alright?”
He can see how the King visibly stiffens, if from the sudden intrusion or the unfamiliar honourific, Lu Han isn’t sure. Sehun straightens up in his seat, and it’s only then that Lu Han sees the full magnitude of the man the prince turned King has become. His hair shines silver in the little illumination coming from the stained windows of the throne room, face unreadable and jaw hard as his eyes pierce through Lu Han’s.
“Don’t,” Sehun’s voice is deep, and it resonates in the empty room. “Never call me that.”
Lu Han shuffles a little in his place, his slippers toeing at the lines on the marble floor. He fidgets, then places his arms back to his side. “But that’s what you are now, right? You’re the King now.”
“I’m still me,” Sehun answers, hostility evident in the tone he’s taking with the other. Lu Han flinches, and it makes him take a step back, his nightgown rustling with his movements.
“You won’t in the future, though,” Lu Han whispers back, his hands coming up to worry the fabric of his sleeves-a habit he’s picked up over the years. Sehun notices, and Lu Han can hear him release a sigh. “You’ll start becoming a King like how you became a Prince before, but I’ll never become a King like you, and you’ll leave me behind. You’ll become a Your Highness while I’ll always be a Little Prince.”
This was supposed to be about Sehun, this week was supposed to be about Sehun. But somehow, Lu Han felt like it was more about himself. About how, after this whole ordeal, he’ll officially be left behind and eventually forgotten by the one person that made him feel worth it. That made him feel as if he really did belong in the world of the royal because he found someone who was like him, who was on the same boat as him. But it seems that boat has capsized, and Sehun got saved while Lu Han’s drowning. Sehun’s the King and Lu Han is nothing. He’s got nothing to his name whereas Sehun has the Kingdom and the city-states under his reign.
Lu Han looks up and sees Sehun’s gaze soften, how his fingers have stopped tracing the jade embedded into the Royal Crown. His shoulders slump in resignation, body relaxing as he now finally understands what Lu Han is saying. He’s the only one that cares, after all.
“Come here,” Sehun beckons, placing the crown on the armrest and holding out a hand. Lu Han is unsteady as he makes his way towards Sehun. He places a shaking hand on the King’s palm, and he notices the difference. When did Sehun’s hand get so big? When did he become who he is now? Has Lu Han already been left behind long ago and he’s realised only now?
Sehun reaches for Lu Han’s other hand and caresses them both, encasing them in his warm hold. Thumbs rubbing circles into the back of Lu Han’s palms, he says, “You know I can never leave you.”
“You will,” Lu Han insists, nodding his head as thoughts suddenly start flooding his mind. “You will when you start leaving for your duties, going to different countries and voyages. You will when you’ll eventually go to war in the future-don’t you lie, I know what’s happening in the other Land. You will, Seh-King Sehun, and I know it.”
Sehun’s grasp on Lu Han’s hands tightens, and he pulls him in closer. “No, I won’t. Lu Han, believe me when I say I won’t.” Lu Han shakes his head repeatedly, and Sehun is aghast when the Prince suddenly falls on his knees, silk nightgown floating before settling around him. Sehun starts tugging at his hands, trying to make the other stand. Lu Han doesn’t budge. Instead he looks up at the King, forlorn and sad.
“No, my King, you don’t understand. Pretty soon I’ll be the least of your priorities. Pretty soon you’ll forget me. Pretty soon everything that will occupy your time and your attention would be to attend to your Kingly duties and not with me. Pretty soon I won’t be able to catch up to you because I’ll never be a King like you.”
Lu Han looks away from Sehun, feeling his eyes starting to sting with tears. “Pretty soon you’ll be looking for a Queen, and I’ll officially be out of your life. I’ll never be able to stand by your side ever again.”
The throne room is quiet for a while, the sounds of the King and the mourning Prince filling the deafening silence. Lu Han is busy fighting his tears, keeping what is left of his dignity after laying his thoughts out to Sehun. But then Sehun disentangles their hands, and Lu Han finds himself being hoisted up, until he’s on the King’s lap. Sehun’s arms are wound tight around Lu Han’s waist, his face buried in the crook of the Prince’s shoulder. Of all things Lu Han misses, it is Sehun’s warm hugs, the assurance that comes with the feeling of being safe in the cover of the other’s body. Even if he’s a King now he still feels the same, and Lu Han chokes on a sob.
“You’re very wrong, my Little Prince,” Sehun mumbles softly into Lu Han’s skin. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.”
Lu Han feels a tear trickle down his cheek, and he would’ve brushed it away if his arms weren’t trapped in Sehun’s embrace. “Would-would you like to t-tell me how, Your Highness?”
King Sehun presses a kiss on Lu Han’s neck, and he feels his body react in a way he never knew it could. Lu Han gasps, and tries to fight his way out of the other’s hold. Sehun’s arms tighten around the other, and Lu Han feels his breathing go still as the King kisses him twice more along his clothed shoulder, the heat from his lips permeating through the silk of his nightgown.
“Yo-Your Highness! Stop, this-this is not right!” Lu Han tries shaking Sehun off, wiggling as much as he could to get away from the other. But Sehun is stronger, and much bigger. Lu Han never stood a chance.
“Call me by my name,” Sehun murmurs, his breath hot. It makes Lu Han blush, his ears are surely red. Sehun’s hands move to caress the Prince’s sides, following the curve of his body down to his hips where he gives them a light squeeze.
“S-Sehun,” Lu Han squeaks. He can feel the King smile against his skin, and he becomes all the more flustered. He flails when the other lifts him up again, feeling very much like a ragdoll as King Sehun turns him around in his lap so now they’re facing each other. The other’s eyes are dark, so dark Lu Han thinks they’re pitch black instead of the stormy grey he’d gotten so accustomed to.
King Sehun lifts up a hand to cup Lu Han’s cheek, the other settling on the other’s arm. Lu Han feels the other’s thumb rubbing at the apple of his cheek, caressing them softly. It’s only later that Lu Han realises Sehun was wiping his tear away, the moisture cooling down his skin some. He leans into the other’s touch, nuzzling his cheek into the warm palm.
“It’s so hard,” Sehun says, watching Lu Han’s eyes open and look into his. There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes, and Lu Han brings up a hand and puts it over the one the King’s got on his cheek. “It’s so hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”
Maybe Lu Han’s lost his mind. Maybe this is just a dream of his and he’s bound to wake up soon. Maybe this is his last opportunity to be close to His Sehun before he goes away to become the person he’s supposed to be. Maybe Lu Han’s just desperate.
“Why don’t you?” Lu Han asks softly, so soft it would never have reached Sehun if the winds didn’t send it to him.
And Sehun bends down a little more, that much more, and presses his lips over Lu Han’s. Lu Han is startled with the urgency at which the King kisses him, as if he’s trying to draw something out of the other with the way he swipes his tongue at the seam when the Prince’s lips meet. Lu Han gasps, and Sehun sees it as the opportunity to slip in, and there he breaks down Lu Han’s walls, every lick and suck on Lu Han’s tongue becoming the other’s undoing.
They break apart and Lu Han tries to catch his breath, his head falling on Sehun’s shoulder as he feels goosebumps rising along his skin. He can feel Sehun's hands busy themselves all over his body, and Lu Han shivers some more.
"Do you want me to tell you how much you mean to me?" Sehun inquires, his voice plummeting, making Lu Han melt in his hold. The Prince wraps his hands around the Sehun's red vest, and holds on, tightening his hold around them as he nods his head yes. It's the go signal Sehun's been waiting for, and he immediately kisses Lu Han again, open-mouthed and hot, and it's a mess of tongue and teeth, of Sehun trying to keep the Prince close, and the Lu Han trying to push closer into the King.
Soon enough Sehun's warm palms are sliding inside Lu Han's nightgown, the silk lifting up and up until they're pooling around his middle, and Sehun's hands are finding purchase in the heat of Lu Han's softness, caressing his tummy before traipsing northwards. Sehun manages to slip the nightgown off the other, leaving him in his underwear, paleness exposed for the King to see.
Lu Han blushes underneath Sehun's gaze, moving to at least cover his exposed parts and regain a bit of decency. Sehun stops him by bringing his hands down, leaning in to whisper, "You're beautiful." He skims the tip of his nose along Lu Han's bare shoulder and up the column of his neck. The King breathes in, and Lu Han does the same.
"I would do anything for you, Lu Han." Sehun wraps an arm around Lu Han's waist and lifts him up a little, using his other hand to pull the Royal Robe out from underneath Lu Han. Putting Lu Han down, he fixes the robe and holds it out behind the Prince. "Put it on."
Lu Han turns around a little to look over his shoulder, and immediately shakes his head at the sight. "No, Se-No, I can't that's strictly for the King or the Queen, I am neither. That would be wro-"
Sehun shuts him up with a kiss, and another, and once more than draws deep and has Lu Han breathing different. When they pull away, Sehun nudges Lu Han, signalling him to put the robe on. This time Lu Han acquiesces, letting go of Sehun's vest and inserting his limbs through the armholes, feeling the fabric settle on his body. It's warm, but it's too big on him; it doesn't fit quite right. It reminds the Prince that he wasn't made for this, he wasn't fit to be a King like Sehun.
But Sehun seems to think otherwise because he starts touching Lu Han in places the Prince never thought the other could or would ever touch, making his train of thought come to a startling halt only to be overcome with the unfamiliar sensation brought upon by the King. Sehun is palming him through his underwear, hand cupping his manhood and eliciting all these unknown feelings from deep within Lu Han's body.
He falls into Sehun's body, giving in to the tremors triggered by the other's hot touches and presses. Lu Han finds himself pushing back into Sehun's hand, gasping at the friction.
Then, Sehun starts to speak, low into Lu Han's ear, "I would do anything for you, Little Prince. I would kill anyone for you. I've wanted you for so long, all for myself, how do you think I'll ever leave you alone?"
Lu Han's breath hitches in his throat as Sehun slips his fingers inside the band of his underwear, the feeling of his skin on Lu Han's sensitive flesh setting his nerves on fire. Sehun takes Lu Han's hands and settles them on his chest, over the buttons fastening his clothes closed. Sehun wraps his fingers around Lu Han's erection and squeezes.
"I've always watched to touch you like this, Darling, wanted you with me like this. Now that I'm the King, would you follow me? Unbutton my shirt for me, love. Yes, that's right, all the way. You, my Prince, do you know I can't live without you?" Lu Han stills from his ministrations, taken by surprise at the King's proclamation. He looks up, but Sehun says nothing except, "I didn't tell you to stop."
So Lu Han continues, popping open the last button and opening the top, hands coming to expose the King’s chest. Even like this he’s different compared to Lu Han, his chest broader and more defined, stomach toned and lean with the faint shadow of abs visible. Lu Han can’t help but marvel at Sehun’s physique, his fingers tracing every dip and ridge of the other’s muscles. While Lu Han is preoccupied, Sehun starts tugging down the Prince’s last article of clothing, pushing down the other’s underwear and slipping them off. Now the King has Lu Han naked, sitting down on his lap and wearing his Robe. It’s the most beautiful sight Sehun has ever seen.
“Touch me however you want my Prince,” Sehun says, guiding Lu Han’s down his body until they settle on the band of his breeches. “I’m as much yours as you are mine.”
Lu Han blushes before he starts moving, pulling down the other’s breeches and exposing more and more skin. He’s also dragging Sehun’s underclothes down with it, further off until they settle at the middle of the King’s thighs and his erection is free. It feels a lot like Lu Han’s world has come to a standstill at this moment, and he doesn’t seem to remember how everything came down to this.
Sehun leans in and kisses him, kisses and touches him wondrously all over, every press of his fingers magnificent and setting Lu Han off. The other pulls him closer, until they’re chest to chest, and thrusts up. Lu Han gasps against the King’s lips, drawn out as their erections rub each other, flesh on flesh and heat on heat. Sehun repeats it again, making Lu Han moan into his mouth and red bloom on the apples of his cheeks.
“You mean so much to me, Lu Han,” Sehun begins, finally calling him by his name for the first time that day. His hand comes up to trace the Prince’s kiss-rouged lips, fingers pressing on the plumpness of his bottom lip before nudging them open. Lu Han parts his mouth with a sigh, eyes glazed as they look back into the King’s dark ones. He feels Sehun settle three of his fingers on his tongue, and Lu Han closes his mouth around it before giving them little licks and shy suckles. Sehun closes his eyes, and Lu Han follows as Sehun gives another tilt of his hips up.
Taking his fingers out of the other’s mouth, Sehun brings them down towards Lu Han’s ass, tracing the rim of his entrance. “You were the only person worth fighting for, did you know that?” Sehun works a finger in, hooking it and making Lu Han fall into his embrace. He supports the Prince as he prepares him, slipping in another digit and pushing them in and out. “You were the only reason why I wanted to be a King in the first place. You’re the reason why abdicating was never an option, did you know?”
The addition of a third finger has Lu Han suppressing a scream, Sehun’s crooking them brushing a spot inside him that sets his blood ablaze with need. He pulls himself closer to Sehun, fisting the King’s open shirt in his hands and pushing down on his fingers. He leans up and catches Sehun’s lips in a kiss laced with desperation, needneedneed.
“Tell me,” Lu Han whines against the King’s mouth. “Te-Show me. Make me feel how much I mean to you.” It’s incredibly selfish, but it feels a lot like this was what Lu Han’s been waiting for all his life from Sehun. Sehun, his friend. His secret keeper. His confidante. His everything.
Sehun pulls out his fingers and wraps them around his cock, giving it a few jerks until precome beads at the head. He swipes at it and works it down the length of his penis, trying to lubricate it as much as he could. Then he manoeuvres Lu Han on his lap, guiding him up until his entrance is positioned above his erect sex, the cockhead kissing the hot rim of the Prince’s asshole.
Lu Han is shaking as King Sehun brings him down on his cock, moving his arms so they wrap around the other’s neck. He hangs on for dear life as he feels himself slowly being impaled, heat flooding inside him with every inch closer he gets to being connected with the only person that matters in his life. Sehun holds him close when he’s fully sheathed in Lu Han, pressing kisses along his neck and jaw and face as his hands move up and down the other’s legs, trying to keep his attention away from the blinding pain.
A few moments later Sehun gives an experimental roll of his hips up, and Lu Han feels his world spin. Sehun starts moving in and out of him, slowly at first until he builds up his pace and Lu Han’s moving with him. “I’m willing to give you everything. I want to give you everything, Lu Han.” His voice is low, seductive, and he bites down on the lobe of Lu Han’s ear as he continues whispering, “I’ll make you mine and then we can rule together.”
Lu Han feels something settle on top of his head, and he looks up to find Sehun putting the Royal Crown on his head. It’s too big, sliding down his small head as he raises a hand to keep it up. He looks at the King in confusion, bringing his hips down on the other as he tries to regain his bearings.
“I can give you the world, Darling, if that’s what you want. I can conquer the world and give it to you and it would be all yours for the taking. I’d wage all wars to get you everything, give you everything.” Sehun’s thrusts are erratic, reaching deep inside Lu Han as he brings the other down on him. His fingers tighten around Lu Han’s hips, and it prompts the Prince to bounce on the King’s lap faster, harder. “Everything your heart desires, I’ll give it to you. I can be your King and you can be my Love, my Muse, my Rule.”
The Royal Robe slips down a pale shoulder from Lu Han’s vigorous bounces, impaling himself down on King Sehun’s cock with every fiery word whispered into his ear. He shivers when Sehun bites down on his shoulder, sucking on his exposed skin. “I’ll shower you with the finest silks and most treasured jewels. I’ll give you the best, because you deserve nothing but the best, Darling. I want to keep you forever with me, love, I would never not want you.”
It’s probably the only thing Lu Han ever wanted to hear, the confirmation that even the King of one of the most powerful Kingdoms in the world wants him, and only him. Sehun cups his face, and tells him, “I’ll never get me a Queen when you’re all that I want and love in this life.”
Lu Han feels something break in his chest, his heart leaping in between his ribcage as Sehun’s words sink in. Tears fill his eyes, and he throws his arms around the other’s neck, a sob leaving his lips as Sehun kisses him on his open mouth. Lu Han grinds down on Sehun’s lap furiously, clenching around him as he tries to keep him in and impossibly close. It has them both gasping, Lu Han more so from the emotions flooding his veins and the feeling of being so full with Sehun deep inside him.
“My King,” Lu Han gasps, nearing his edge as Sehun gets them moving again, fervently pushing and pulling in and out of him, making him see the world in colour. “I-I love you. Nothing compares to you, my King.”
With every cant of Sehun’s lips Lu Han gasps louder, crying words of affection and everything he’d always wanted to tell the other. Eventually he ends up murmuring my King over and over again, like it’s the only thing he can and was made to say and it fuels Sehun, bringing the both of them to their release.
Lu Han falls limp against the King, going boneless as Sehun leans on the backrest of the throne. His head is resting on the jewelled cross, hair sticking to his forehead and torso slick with sweat. Lu Han feels the Royal Robe sticking to his skin too, the crown heavy on his head. It’s desecration, sacrilege, what they just did. They had made love on the seat of the highest power of the state, and it’s enough to be granted death as punishment if they are ever found out. But Lu Han has never felt anything more right, sitting on King Sehun’s lap and laying on his chest, his mottled cheek pressed on the other’s cooling skin. He’s never felt more complete, having the King still inside him, his strong arms wrapped around him.
“Be with me,” Sehun proclaims, looking down at Lu Han. “Come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.” He takes Lu Han’s hand and kisses his knuckles. “Be with me, my Little Prince.”
Maybe it comes with his being a King now. Maybe it comes with the determination in Sehun’s voice. Maybe it comes with the fact that this is everything Lu Han’s wanted and more. Maybe it comes with the underlying promise that he’ll always be by King Sehun’s side and they’ll never ever let each other go.
It feels an awful lot like coming home when Lu Han answers, “Yes, my King.”
-so late but hello hello happy two years!
-for keanne who said that, in her bias list, sehun sits on the throne with lu han on his lap
-for selu, the otp that still continues to ruin me
-aloha
-welp
-thank you erinne for betaing love you home girl
pairing: Sehun/Lu Han
genre: romance, angst(?), smut
rating: R
word count: ~5k w
summary: Where all Lu Han ever wanted was to burn as bright as Sehun. And Lu Han deserves the best, and nothing but the best.
After the celebration of King Oh Sehun’s coronation, things have finally calmed down into a state of serene quiet, everything settling back to the listless hum of the walls and the quiet, almost imperceptible breathing as sleep takes over the people residing in the palace. The weeks of preparation, and hectic schedules accompanying the influx of nobles and other people of importance from neighbouring kingdoms flocking to watch the remarkable event had the whole city abuzz, the people both accepting and dreading the happening. Hotels and inns were fully booked; restaurants and pubs were filled to the brim with people that came from far and wide to support the ascension to the throne of the new King.
Prince Lu Han was one of them. But unlike the others that stay around the city, he is invited to stay at the Palace, where the other royals who are also acquaintances with the now King, reside for the time being. But he thinks of himself as above the others, a rank higher than the other princes and dukes and would-be kings. Lu Han likes to think he’s special.
He walks along the empty hallways of the magnificent Palace, and remembers how he used to run through them, playing mouse while Sehun takes the role of the cat. Sehun was nothing more but a kid back then, like Lu Han, nothing but a prince who didn’t have any duties or obligations, nothing other than be Lu Han’s playmate. He looks out through the parted curtains and out the window, admiring the full moon that casts its watery light down at the beautiful courtyard. He remembers running through the green grass there, too, still with Sehun.
It came as a surprise when it was announced it would be Oh Sehun that would ascend the throne, seeing as he was only the third prince, third in the line of kingship. He was far from being a king; everyone only ever saw him as a prince, and the closest opportunity he got to ruling over a land on his own was to become a duke when he married as per the kingdom’s customs. It was one of the things Lu Han and Sehun had in common, which made them hit off. They weren’t made for kingship.
But the moment the first prince declined and said he wouldn’t succeed the throne, and the second prince announced that he’d enter the monastery to become a priest instead, Oh Sehun stepped up to it and accepted his responsibility to the people, the country, and his deceased parents. If one thinks about it, Oh Sehun was the perfect candidate out of the three brothers to become the King. He was always the brightest, most willed, and most involved when it came to the matters of the kingdom. When the King, their father, was still alive, he had been the one accompanying him during trips to the city and the neighbouring kingdoms, gaining friends and comrades from across seas and countries.
Lu Han was there during the years Sehun started learning about his princely duties, of the ways of becoming a prince. They both learnt at the same time, though Sehun had always joked Lu Han should be learning how to become a princess, to which Lu Han responded with a kick to the shin and slap on the arm. So much has changed since then, and it probably will still continue now that Prince Sehun will now become, slowly but surely, King Sehun.
The cool wind makes Lu Han’s nightgown flitter around him as he makes his way down the grand staircase, the silks brushing against the skin of his legs as his slippered feet take him to the lobby. He takes a turn to the right, passing by numerous portraits of past Kings of the kingdom, Sehun’s great grandfather, his grandfather, his late father. Soon enough, Sehun will be up there too, his young face a stark contrast against the leaders who ascended the throne late in their lives. Lu Han stops in front of the golden double doors, the surface embossed with angels and images of the history of the kingdom, brought into relief and given life on the glistening panels. He can faintly hear Sehun’s voice recounting the stories behind every symbol on the double doors, his hand squeezing Lu Han’s smaller one as he talks about them in great detail and whispered enthusiasm, as if what he’s sharing Lu Han is the secret to the universe and not how the Great Ancestors established their first library at the time.
Lu Han wraps his hands around the jewel-encrusted handles of the double doors, feeling the rubies and emeralds dig into his palms as he pushes them open.
The throne room welcomes him, white Tuscan columns lining the sides and supporting the second level where the council sits during hearings and meetings. Earlier this day that level was full, men wearing maroon velvet robes filling the seats to overlook the coronation of the new King. The whole throne room was full, in general, people of importance and some of those from the media who were granted permission to watch and cover the event present to watch the Archbishop put the crown on Sehun’s head, and hand him the Sceptre and the Book of Laws. Now it was empty, save for the one person Lu Han has been looking for.
In front of Lu Han is the throne, on top of the elevated marble platform. It is a big chair made of glimmering gold, the backrest carved intricately and embedded with the kingdom’s finest and most prized jewels, dated back to the Dark Ages when the throne was first made. There is a huge cross situated in the top middle of it, diamond crystals of different colours adorning it. The armrests and the very seat are lined with the softest velvet, made to accommodate the King of the Kingdom.
And that’s where Prince Lu Han finds Pri-King Sehun.
He’s sitting on the throne, his head bowed. Even in his position his head still manages to cover half of the cross. King Sehun is bent over, his elbows on the armrests as he holds the Royal Crown in both his hands. The King’s robe lays on his lap, the white cotton fur giving way to a gleaming carpet of velvet scarlet that runs down and pools around Sehun’s feet. He still hasn’t changed from his regal attire, still wearing the kingdom’s traditional clothes consisting of a loose, white button up tucked into camel brown breeches, a deep burgundy red vest, and patented leather boots that reach up to the middle of the King’s calves. He’s already ditched the cravat and unbuttoned his vest, but he still looks regal, kingly, magnificent-so different from when he was just a mere prince who wore much simpler clothes and didn’t care at all about his appearance.
Lu Han goes back to this morning, how he helped Sehun, for the first time since they’ve known each other, pick out his clothes and made sure he looked everything a King should be. He had picked out the cufflinks Sehun wore, helping tidy his cravat and brushing few strands of Sehun’s silver hair back into place. To think neither of them expected this day to ever come, but here they are.
Taking steps closer, Lu Han starts, voice soft, “Your Majesty, are you alright?”
He can see how the King visibly stiffens, if from the sudden intrusion or the unfamiliar honourific, Lu Han isn’t sure. Sehun straightens up in his seat, and it’s only then that Lu Han sees the full magnitude of the man the prince turned King has become. His hair shines silver in the little illumination coming from the stained windows of the throne room, face unreadable and jaw hard as his eyes pierce through Lu Han’s.
“Don’t,” Sehun’s voice is deep, and it resonates in the empty room. “Never call me that.”
Lu Han shuffles a little in his place, his slippers toeing at the lines on the marble floor. He fidgets, then places his arms back to his side. “But that’s what you are now, right? You’re the King now.”
“I’m still me,” Sehun answers, hostility evident in the tone he’s taking with the other. Lu Han flinches, and it makes him take a step back, his nightgown rustling with his movements.
“You won’t in the future, though,” Lu Han whispers back, his hands coming up to worry the fabric of his sleeves-a habit he’s picked up over the years. Sehun notices, and Lu Han can hear him release a sigh. “You’ll start becoming a King like how you became a Prince before, but I’ll never become a King like you, and you’ll leave me behind. You’ll become a Your Highness while I’ll always be a Little Prince.”
This was supposed to be about Sehun, this week was supposed to be about Sehun. But somehow, Lu Han felt like it was more about himself. About how, after this whole ordeal, he’ll officially be left behind and eventually forgotten by the one person that made him feel worth it. That made him feel as if he really did belong in the world of the royal because he found someone who was like him, who was on the same boat as him. But it seems that boat has capsized, and Sehun got saved while Lu Han’s drowning. Sehun’s the King and Lu Han is nothing. He’s got nothing to his name whereas Sehun has the Kingdom and the city-states under his reign.
Lu Han looks up and sees Sehun’s gaze soften, how his fingers have stopped tracing the jade embedded into the Royal Crown. His shoulders slump in resignation, body relaxing as he now finally understands what Lu Han is saying. He’s the only one that cares, after all.
“Come here,” Sehun beckons, placing the crown on the armrest and holding out a hand. Lu Han is unsteady as he makes his way towards Sehun. He places a shaking hand on the King’s palm, and he notices the difference. When did Sehun’s hand get so big? When did he become who he is now? Has Lu Han already been left behind long ago and he’s realised only now?
Sehun reaches for Lu Han’s other hand and caresses them both, encasing them in his warm hold. Thumbs rubbing circles into the back of Lu Han’s palms, he says, “You know I can never leave you.”
“You will,” Lu Han insists, nodding his head as thoughts suddenly start flooding his mind. “You will when you start leaving for your duties, going to different countries and voyages. You will when you’ll eventually go to war in the future-don’t you lie, I know what’s happening in the other Land. You will, Seh-King Sehun, and I know it.”
Sehun’s grasp on Lu Han’s hands tightens, and he pulls him in closer. “No, I won’t. Lu Han, believe me when I say I won’t.” Lu Han shakes his head repeatedly, and Sehun is aghast when the Prince suddenly falls on his knees, silk nightgown floating before settling around him. Sehun starts tugging at his hands, trying to make the other stand. Lu Han doesn’t budge. Instead he looks up at the King, forlorn and sad.
“No, my King, you don’t understand. Pretty soon I’ll be the least of your priorities. Pretty soon you’ll forget me. Pretty soon everything that will occupy your time and your attention would be to attend to your Kingly duties and not with me. Pretty soon I won’t be able to catch up to you because I’ll never be a King like you.”
Lu Han looks away from Sehun, feeling his eyes starting to sting with tears. “Pretty soon you’ll be looking for a Queen, and I’ll officially be out of your life. I’ll never be able to stand by your side ever again.”
The throne room is quiet for a while, the sounds of the King and the mourning Prince filling the deafening silence. Lu Han is busy fighting his tears, keeping what is left of his dignity after laying his thoughts out to Sehun. But then Sehun disentangles their hands, and Lu Han finds himself being hoisted up, until he’s on the King’s lap. Sehun’s arms are wound tight around Lu Han’s waist, his face buried in the crook of the Prince’s shoulder. Of all things Lu Han misses, it is Sehun’s warm hugs, the assurance that comes with the feeling of being safe in the cover of the other’s body. Even if he’s a King now he still feels the same, and Lu Han chokes on a sob.
“You’re very wrong, my Little Prince,” Sehun mumbles softly into Lu Han’s skin. “You don’t know how much you mean to me.”
Lu Han feels a tear trickle down his cheek, and he would’ve brushed it away if his arms weren’t trapped in Sehun’s embrace. “Would-would you like to t-tell me how, Your Highness?”
King Sehun presses a kiss on Lu Han’s neck, and he feels his body react in a way he never knew it could. Lu Han gasps, and tries to fight his way out of the other’s hold. Sehun’s arms tighten around the other, and Lu Han feels his breathing go still as the King kisses him twice more along his clothed shoulder, the heat from his lips permeating through the silk of his nightgown.
“Yo-Your Highness! Stop, this-this is not right!” Lu Han tries shaking Sehun off, wiggling as much as he could to get away from the other. But Sehun is stronger, and much bigger. Lu Han never stood a chance.
“Call me by my name,” Sehun murmurs, his breath hot. It makes Lu Han blush, his ears are surely red. Sehun’s hands move to caress the Prince’s sides, following the curve of his body down to his hips where he gives them a light squeeze.
“S-Sehun,” Lu Han squeaks. He can feel the King smile against his skin, and he becomes all the more flustered. He flails when the other lifts him up again, feeling very much like a ragdoll as King Sehun turns him around in his lap so now they’re facing each other. The other’s eyes are dark, so dark Lu Han thinks they’re pitch black instead of the stormy grey he’d gotten so accustomed to.
King Sehun lifts up a hand to cup Lu Han’s cheek, the other settling on the other’s arm. Lu Han feels the other’s thumb rubbing at the apple of his cheek, caressing them softly. It’s only later that Lu Han realises Sehun was wiping his tear away, the moisture cooling down his skin some. He leans into the other’s touch, nuzzling his cheek into the warm palm.
“It’s so hard,” Sehun says, watching Lu Han’s eyes open and look into his. There’s a hint of sadness in his eyes, and Lu Han brings up a hand and puts it over the one the King’s got on his cheek. “It’s so hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.”
Maybe Lu Han’s lost his mind. Maybe this is just a dream of his and he’s bound to wake up soon. Maybe this is his last opportunity to be close to His Sehun before he goes away to become the person he’s supposed to be. Maybe Lu Han’s just desperate.
“Why don’t you?” Lu Han asks softly, so soft it would never have reached Sehun if the winds didn’t send it to him.
And Sehun bends down a little more, that much more, and presses his lips over Lu Han’s. Lu Han is startled with the urgency at which the King kisses him, as if he’s trying to draw something out of the other with the way he swipes his tongue at the seam when the Prince’s lips meet. Lu Han gasps, and Sehun sees it as the opportunity to slip in, and there he breaks down Lu Han’s walls, every lick and suck on Lu Han’s tongue becoming the other’s undoing.
They break apart and Lu Han tries to catch his breath, his head falling on Sehun’s shoulder as he feels goosebumps rising along his skin. He can feel Sehun's hands busy themselves all over his body, and Lu Han shivers some more.
"Do you want me to tell you how much you mean to me?" Sehun inquires, his voice plummeting, making Lu Han melt in his hold. The Prince wraps his hands around the Sehun's red vest, and holds on, tightening his hold around them as he nods his head yes. It's the go signal Sehun's been waiting for, and he immediately kisses Lu Han again, open-mouthed and hot, and it's a mess of tongue and teeth, of Sehun trying to keep the Prince close, and the Lu Han trying to push closer into the King.
Soon enough Sehun's warm palms are sliding inside Lu Han's nightgown, the silk lifting up and up until they're pooling around his middle, and Sehun's hands are finding purchase in the heat of Lu Han's softness, caressing his tummy before traipsing northwards. Sehun manages to slip the nightgown off the other, leaving him in his underwear, paleness exposed for the King to see.
Lu Han blushes underneath Sehun's gaze, moving to at least cover his exposed parts and regain a bit of decency. Sehun stops him by bringing his hands down, leaning in to whisper, "You're beautiful." He skims the tip of his nose along Lu Han's bare shoulder and up the column of his neck. The King breathes in, and Lu Han does the same.
"I would do anything for you, Lu Han." Sehun wraps an arm around Lu Han's waist and lifts him up a little, using his other hand to pull the Royal Robe out from underneath Lu Han. Putting Lu Han down, he fixes the robe and holds it out behind the Prince. "Put it on."
Lu Han turns around a little to look over his shoulder, and immediately shakes his head at the sight. "No, Se-No, I can't that's strictly for the King or the Queen, I am neither. That would be wro-"
Sehun shuts him up with a kiss, and another, and once more than draws deep and has Lu Han breathing different. When they pull away, Sehun nudges Lu Han, signalling him to put the robe on. This time Lu Han acquiesces, letting go of Sehun's vest and inserting his limbs through the armholes, feeling the fabric settle on his body. It's warm, but it's too big on him; it doesn't fit quite right. It reminds the Prince that he wasn't made for this, he wasn't fit to be a King like Sehun.
But Sehun seems to think otherwise because he starts touching Lu Han in places the Prince never thought the other could or would ever touch, making his train of thought come to a startling halt only to be overcome with the unfamiliar sensation brought upon by the King. Sehun is palming him through his underwear, hand cupping his manhood and eliciting all these unknown feelings from deep within Lu Han's body.
He falls into Sehun's body, giving in to the tremors triggered by the other's hot touches and presses. Lu Han finds himself pushing back into Sehun's hand, gasping at the friction.
Then, Sehun starts to speak, low into Lu Han's ear, "I would do anything for you, Little Prince. I would kill anyone for you. I've wanted you for so long, all for myself, how do you think I'll ever leave you alone?"
Lu Han's breath hitches in his throat as Sehun slips his fingers inside the band of his underwear, the feeling of his skin on Lu Han's sensitive flesh setting his nerves on fire. Sehun takes Lu Han's hands and settles them on his chest, over the buttons fastening his clothes closed. Sehun wraps his fingers around Lu Han's erection and squeezes.
"I've always watched to touch you like this, Darling, wanted you with me like this. Now that I'm the King, would you follow me? Unbutton my shirt for me, love. Yes, that's right, all the way. You, my Prince, do you know I can't live without you?" Lu Han stills from his ministrations, taken by surprise at the King's proclamation. He looks up, but Sehun says nothing except, "I didn't tell you to stop."
So Lu Han continues, popping open the last button and opening the top, hands coming to expose the King’s chest. Even like this he’s different compared to Lu Han, his chest broader and more defined, stomach toned and lean with the faint shadow of abs visible. Lu Han can’t help but marvel at Sehun’s physique, his fingers tracing every dip and ridge of the other’s muscles. While Lu Han is preoccupied, Sehun starts tugging down the Prince’s last article of clothing, pushing down the other’s underwear and slipping them off. Now the King has Lu Han naked, sitting down on his lap and wearing his Robe. It’s the most beautiful sight Sehun has ever seen.
“Touch me however you want my Prince,” Sehun says, guiding Lu Han’s down his body until they settle on the band of his breeches. “I’m as much yours as you are mine.”
Lu Han blushes before he starts moving, pulling down the other’s breeches and exposing more and more skin. He’s also dragging Sehun’s underclothes down with it, further off until they settle at the middle of the King’s thighs and his erection is free. It feels a lot like Lu Han’s world has come to a standstill at this moment, and he doesn’t seem to remember how everything came down to this.
Sehun leans in and kisses him, kisses and touches him wondrously all over, every press of his fingers magnificent and setting Lu Han off. The other pulls him closer, until they’re chest to chest, and thrusts up. Lu Han gasps against the King’s lips, drawn out as their erections rub each other, flesh on flesh and heat on heat. Sehun repeats it again, making Lu Han moan into his mouth and red bloom on the apples of his cheeks.
“You mean so much to me, Lu Han,” Sehun begins, finally calling him by his name for the first time that day. His hand comes up to trace the Prince’s kiss-rouged lips, fingers pressing on the plumpness of his bottom lip before nudging them open. Lu Han parts his mouth with a sigh, eyes glazed as they look back into the King’s dark ones. He feels Sehun settle three of his fingers on his tongue, and Lu Han closes his mouth around it before giving them little licks and shy suckles. Sehun closes his eyes, and Lu Han follows as Sehun gives another tilt of his hips up.
Taking his fingers out of the other’s mouth, Sehun brings them down towards Lu Han’s ass, tracing the rim of his entrance. “You were the only person worth fighting for, did you know that?” Sehun works a finger in, hooking it and making Lu Han fall into his embrace. He supports the Prince as he prepares him, slipping in another digit and pushing them in and out. “You were the only reason why I wanted to be a King in the first place. You’re the reason why abdicating was never an option, did you know?”
The addition of a third finger has Lu Han suppressing a scream, Sehun’s crooking them brushing a spot inside him that sets his blood ablaze with need. He pulls himself closer to Sehun, fisting the King’s open shirt in his hands and pushing down on his fingers. He leans up and catches Sehun’s lips in a kiss laced with desperation, needneedneed.
“Tell me,” Lu Han whines against the King’s mouth. “Te-Show me. Make me feel how much I mean to you.” It’s incredibly selfish, but it feels a lot like this was what Lu Han’s been waiting for all his life from Sehun. Sehun, his friend. His secret keeper. His confidante. His everything.
Sehun pulls out his fingers and wraps them around his cock, giving it a few jerks until precome beads at the head. He swipes at it and works it down the length of his penis, trying to lubricate it as much as he could. Then he manoeuvres Lu Han on his lap, guiding him up until his entrance is positioned above his erect sex, the cockhead kissing the hot rim of the Prince’s asshole.
Lu Han is shaking as King Sehun brings him down on his cock, moving his arms so they wrap around the other’s neck. He hangs on for dear life as he feels himself slowly being impaled, heat flooding inside him with every inch closer he gets to being connected with the only person that matters in his life. Sehun holds him close when he’s fully sheathed in Lu Han, pressing kisses along his neck and jaw and face as his hands move up and down the other’s legs, trying to keep his attention away from the blinding pain.
A few moments later Sehun gives an experimental roll of his hips up, and Lu Han feels his world spin. Sehun starts moving in and out of him, slowly at first until he builds up his pace and Lu Han’s moving with him. “I’m willing to give you everything. I want to give you everything, Lu Han.” His voice is low, seductive, and he bites down on the lobe of Lu Han’s ear as he continues whispering, “I’ll make you mine and then we can rule together.”
Lu Han feels something settle on top of his head, and he looks up to find Sehun putting the Royal Crown on his head. It’s too big, sliding down his small head as he raises a hand to keep it up. He looks at the King in confusion, bringing his hips down on the other as he tries to regain his bearings.
“I can give you the world, Darling, if that’s what you want. I can conquer the world and give it to you and it would be all yours for the taking. I’d wage all wars to get you everything, give you everything.” Sehun’s thrusts are erratic, reaching deep inside Lu Han as he brings the other down on him. His fingers tighten around Lu Han’s hips, and it prompts the Prince to bounce on the King’s lap faster, harder. “Everything your heart desires, I’ll give it to you. I can be your King and you can be my Love, my Muse, my Rule.”
The Royal Robe slips down a pale shoulder from Lu Han’s vigorous bounces, impaling himself down on King Sehun’s cock with every fiery word whispered into his ear. He shivers when Sehun bites down on his shoulder, sucking on his exposed skin. “I’ll shower you with the finest silks and most treasured jewels. I’ll give you the best, because you deserve nothing but the best, Darling. I want to keep you forever with me, love, I would never not want you.”
It’s probably the only thing Lu Han ever wanted to hear, the confirmation that even the King of one of the most powerful Kingdoms in the world wants him, and only him. Sehun cups his face, and tells him, “I’ll never get me a Queen when you’re all that I want and love in this life.”
Lu Han feels something break in his chest, his heart leaping in between his ribcage as Sehun’s words sink in. Tears fill his eyes, and he throws his arms around the other’s neck, a sob leaving his lips as Sehun kisses him on his open mouth. Lu Han grinds down on Sehun’s lap furiously, clenching around him as he tries to keep him in and impossibly close. It has them both gasping, Lu Han more so from the emotions flooding his veins and the feeling of being so full with Sehun deep inside him.
“My King,” Lu Han gasps, nearing his edge as Sehun gets them moving again, fervently pushing and pulling in and out of him, making him see the world in colour. “I-I love you. Nothing compares to you, my King.”
With every cant of Sehun’s lips Lu Han gasps louder, crying words of affection and everything he’d always wanted to tell the other. Eventually he ends up murmuring my King over and over again, like it’s the only thing he can and was made to say and it fuels Sehun, bringing the both of them to their release.
Lu Han falls limp against the King, going boneless as Sehun leans on the backrest of the throne. His head is resting on the jewelled cross, hair sticking to his forehead and torso slick with sweat. Lu Han feels the Royal Robe sticking to his skin too, the crown heavy on his head. It’s desecration, sacrilege, what they just did. They had made love on the seat of the highest power of the state, and it’s enough to be granted death as punishment if they are ever found out. But Lu Han has never felt anything more right, sitting on King Sehun’s lap and laying on his chest, his mottled cheek pressed on the other’s cooling skin. He’s never felt more complete, having the King still inside him, his strong arms wrapped around him.
“Be with me,” Sehun proclaims, looking down at Lu Han. “Come to live with me, and die with me, and everything with me.” He takes Lu Han’s hand and kisses his knuckles. “Be with me, my Little Prince.”
Maybe it comes with his being a King now. Maybe it comes with the determination in Sehun’s voice. Maybe it comes with the fact that this is everything Lu Han’s wanted and more. Maybe it comes with the underlying promise that he’ll always be by King Sehun’s side and they’ll never ever let each other go.
It feels an awful lot like coming home when Lu Han answers, “Yes, my King.”
-so late but hello hello happy two years!
-for keanne who said that, in her bias list, sehun sits on the throne with lu han on his lap
-for selu, the otp that still continues to ruin me
-aloha
-welp
-thank you erinne for betaing love you home girl