Not even considered smut but I will put a veil over it.
His hands were clapped together, his mind mouth knew the words by muscle memory, "Lord Almighty, if you will only look on your servant's misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the days of his life, and no razor will ever be used on his hea-"
He stopped himself. Why was he praying when he knew no God wouldn't help a sinner like him? Someone who betrayed his family, someone who learnt other ways of love and respect, someone who was finally able to be free... Freedom. He was free. He wasn't trapped in between walls of a Castle or in the wine cellars of a ship.
But this feeling was not knew, he now recognized it. He had had felt this before, this liberating feeling of doing what you wanted when you wanted. He couldn't avoid it, and the moment came to mind...
The two boys looked at the sea, a cup of grog on each of their hands as they sat on barrels. It was already their second one, and although for Hongjoong it wasn't enough to make him drunk, Seonghwa wasn't so sure about having a third one. The shorted said something he doesn't remember, bue he recalled the chuckle that came out after Seonghwa's comentary. Angelic, maybe, how his eyes shrinked and his cheeks got rounder.
"You're cute," The taller said, pointing directly at him.
"And you're drunk, better not finish that." Hongjoong suggested.
"Aye aye Captain," The man said, but instead of following his orders, he drank it all in one go.
"What did I just tell you?"
"I'm a Prince, I can do whatever I want. No pirate shall hold me from drinking, no peasant should enter my castle, no slave should step on my shoe." He said getting up with a challenging gaze and having to pull his drunk self together to not fall down.
"And I'm a pirate, do you think we care about those rules? We own the biggest part of the world. You may own land but I have had a ship of my own since I was 18, I conquer oceans, I have killed thousands, I have stolen millions... What do you say to that, landlubber?" The shorter said getting up and smirking to the older.
Seonghwa stopped for a moment, fixing his eyes on the black hair that covered just part of his forehead, leaving his slitted brows show. He had a self razed undercut and longer hair falling down his neck. His parents would never let him have that hair style or let alone those skull earrings he always wore-probably stolen.
Before he spoke, he took a glimpse of his lips, nose and eyes. What was his expression? What did he mean?
"I say..." He stopped and got closer, "I say that's fucking hot."
And with no time, their rosy noses touched and slid one to each side until their lips touched...
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"I'm gonna kill this bastard myself!" The man said angrily walking even closer to his cell with a red and furious look until his comrade held him back.
"He's more money alive."
"Then I'll die and rot before I am of any value." Hongjoong spitted more to himself himself than to them.
They kept talking, but he didn't care anymore. He just looked at their glasses filled with liquor and his mind drifted unwanted. But maybe it was for the best to be away for some time. So he recalled...
The two boys looked at the sea, a cup of grog on each of their hands as they sat on barrels. It was already their second one, and although for Hongjoong it wasn't enough to make him drunk, Seonghwa was already pretty smiley and a red hue was blossoming on his cheeks and nose already.
His hair silky and black, way longer than when he arrived. Hongjoong didn't recall the Prince they kidnapped months ago. It was just Seonghwa, the landlubber. Somehow, he found himself admiring how Yunho's clothes looked so big on him, hanging and making his collar bones and chest visible. The moon shined over their heads, he watched him talk whatever nonsense he was saying, and for some reason his lips looked full but empty, almost... lonely?
"It's not long until we arrive at your kingdom," Hongjoong said.
"Long enough to finish a this grog ain't it sir?"
The shorter chuckled. What was with his attitude? Something about it was arousing. And a comment he wasn't expecting left the older's mouth.
"You're cute."
He found himself hardly avoiding to smile any longer. He instead told him to stop drinking, to which he agreed with a cheeky smile and drank all he had left. "Unfollowing the Captains orders, I see" Hongjoong thought.
"What did I just tell you?" The older just got up sloppily.
"I'm a Prince..."
"And I'm a pirate... What do you say to that, landlubber?" This time, he was the one to get up, smirking at him. Looking at his eyes, has dark eyes, he swore they were deeper and hid more secrets than the Bermuda Triangle.
"I say... I say that's fucking hot."
And as many other times, their lips touched. With everyone else asleep, their hands slid under each other's skin. As they had done before, maybe four or five times. Hongjoong didn't want to count them, he didn't want to remember them, he didn't want to make those moments important, he didn't want to recall all his kisses and caresses. He didn't want to remember him when he was to be gone.
But this time, this time he knew something was different. Seonghwa felt arrogant-no, not that... maybe he was unchained? Self-reliant?
Free?
And as they made their way to the Captain's quarters, hand on hand, Seonghwa for once taking the lead in front of him, he let himself smile. And on his bed, he let himself touch the older, caress him like he did to him. He allowed himself to trace circles on his back and laugh, to feel his chest, to feel his heat.
But when the next morning arrived, the Captain was the Captain and the Landlubber was just the Landlubber.
[From 'The Pirate and The King']
