ZB1/ZeroBaseOne Oneshots

Choice | Ricky x Gyuvin

Once again, Gyuvin found himself staring out at a ballroom full of strangers. Naturally, as the prince, he was expected to know all of their names and titles, despite caring so little about who they were. Nor did they care about him, they simply wanted to be in favor with the royals. Greeting them appropriately was his duty, yet, he lent on his servants like a crutch, to remind him who each person was. It was a dance more repetitive than whatever they were performing at the center of the ballroom. Both irritating and exhausting, the night had barely begun, and Gyuvin was already longing for it to be over. 

"Good evening Prince Gyuvin."

Hearing that voice was the only thing Gyuvin looked forward to on nights like this. If he wasn't surrounded by hundreds of nobles, he would have turned to the man without a seconds hesitation, but he couldn't make his excitement so obvious. He instead took in a sharp breath, plastered on his usual princely smile, and tilted his head ever so slightly in his direction. 

"Good evening Ricky."

Ricky refused to look at him, a privilege not rewarded to many, and an action no other would dare to commit. They had played this game too many times before. "There's something wrong with your suit, I thought I should tell you." There was a subtle shake to his voice, one that exposed the true intention of his words.  

There was nothing wrong with his suit, but he already knew that. If there was, his servants would have ushered him out of the room long ago. As a smirk tried to hijack his smile, Gyuvin cleared his throat to compose himself again. "I hadn't noticed...are you free to lend a hand in fixing the issue?"

"Of course, helping the prince is the highest honor."

The ballroom was far from their minds, as the two men hurried into Gyuvin's bedroom. Ricky made the first move, slinking his hands up and through Gyuvin's hair. He took a rough hold of his brown locks and smashed their lips together. The kiss was rushed, and fueled by desperation; it had been so long since they last had the opportunity to do this. Gyuvin took the lead, nipping at Ricky's bottom lip, to make room for his tongue to slip inside. His hands grasped at the blonde's small waist, pushing and pulling him in every way necessary. When the back of Ricky's legs hit the vanity, Gyuvin didn't hesitate to hike him up onto the unit, unbothered by all of the items that fell to the floor. He focused solely on kissing Ricky. 

He just found the man so incredibly attractive, and it sparked a desire within him, that he'd never felt about anyone else. He couldn't control his urges around him, and as his fingers plucked at the buttons of Ricky's shirt, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back tonight. Gyuvin trailed his kisses down from Ricky's lips, to his neck, where he licked and sucked on every inch of his delicate skin. He lived for how Ricky whimpered at the contact, biting his lip at some feeble attempt to stop the noises from coming out. Gyuvin pulled away for a moment just to stare deep into Ricky's eyes. Once he saw the blonde gulp, he smirked and moved down to the man's toned chest. His tongue running the whole length of his skin.

"I needed this." Gyuvin breathed out, then almost immediately, went back to kissing Ricky's chest. "I'm sick of seeing all these women batting their eyelashes at me." Growing impatient, he started to unbuckle Ricky's belt. 

"Just imagine how much worse it would be if you had to marry one of them." Ricky chuckled.

"That's what tonight's about, the court intends for me to find a wife." Just as the buckle came undone, Gyuvin felt a hand stop him from removing it. He darted his confused eyes up to Ricky, who's face had twisted into an expression of anger.

He didn't say a word as he pushed Gyuvin away. Hopping off the vanity, he began buttoning up his shirt, whilst simultaneously etching closer to the door.