⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook] (Under Editing)

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The morning sun welcomes the day light into the bedroom. Namjoon stirs from his rest, reluctantly blinking his eyes and grunting at the direct golden light flushing over him. He shifts to a side and slowly opens his eyes, expecting to meet the handsome face of his lover, but the side next to him stays arranged and vacant. "Seokjin?" Namjoon mumbles hoarsely, running his fingers through the wrinkled sheets while squinting his eyes. A yawn reverberates through his lips and he considers the empty bed for a minute before lifting his head off the pillows.

"Good morning." Seokjin greets from a distance, staring at the king through the mirror in front as he is magnificently settled by the dressing table, brushing the sea green-crystal comb through his dry hair. Once Namjoon whips his head towards his direction and catches the blue eyes of the younger, Seokjin smiles warmly while continuing his routine.

"Good m-morning, darling." Namjoon croaks, ruffling his messed up hair from behind while ogling at the younger's half-exposed shoulders where the red robes are loosely hanging in grandeur. "You've showered." He nods at the younger who changes the hum into a questioning one and then to a low murmur, glancing at the king from the mirror again. Seokjin places the comb on the table and stands, absently adjusting the drapes over his shoulders before turning around and sashaying towards the bed where the king is leaning against, his arms stretched behind his head in ease.

"Mmhm, wanted to attend a full-time Roman bath which I can't get with a Scottish king who is always eager for bathroom sex." Seokjin giggles, making his steps deliberately slow and seductive with hips swinging with each foot. But as he reaches the bed, Namjoon pulls out a crooked smile and tugs the younger by his waist such that the prince falls over his body with a yelp of surprise. "Don't blame me now." The king mutters as Seokjin shifts himself to sit on his lap with thighs straddling the king's hidden lower region.

"Who said I blamed you?"

"None." Namjoon waves his hand and sighs. "Nonetheless, you smell good." A thrilling, raspy hum vibrates through his chest as he smiles at the younger who mirrors back the expression although a faint blush covers his cheeks over the compliment. The king takes the hand off his waist and caresses the sides of Seokjin's flawless face from the back of his knuckles before tucking few unrestrained hair strands around his ear while having the prince purring softly.

"Are you well?" Seokjin breathes, placing petal-like touches along the king's chest—mostly on the burnt scar—while staring into the chestnut eyes which are still hooded from dreams, although Namjoon manages a small, sleepy chuckle.

"You're asking the person who literally fucked you like a monster last night if he is well? Shouldn't I be the one reflecting the question on you?" Namjoon arches a brow at the younger who giggles, shifting much closer to the king. "I like having sex with that person, though. But for your question, yes, I'm well. A bit sore and shaky, but good. No severe damages caused." Seokjin smirks before laughing along with Namjoon who taps his throat before clearing it out loud.