Kittisawat Dynasty and Theerapanyakul Dynasty have been at war for almost ten years. War for power and the throne has been hanging above the two kingdoms like the most vicious storm... However, His Majesty Kimhan has a plan.
"Is Your Majesty sure th...
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— HOLY WATER NEEDED! 😇
Kimhan has never seen something so breathtaking. The beauty of his husband is the only thing that compares. The beauty that has to be coming from this place. The top of the mountain is covered in the most gorgeous flowers, so many different kinds, many different colours, the types of flowers Kimhan has never seen. They all bloom in the most delicate way, and when Porchay waves his hand above them, the middle of the meadow parts in two and stairs made out of ice appear like a downstairs spiral...
"Looks like the place is already recognising you as a part of me. Those staris used to be made out of clouds... until now," Porchay notes.
"I... I didn't do anything," Kimhan quickly replies. For some reason, he has a need to explain himself. It's like this place is holy. Like he is afraid to touch it.
But Porchay just smiles, "I know... it's the place itself. Come with me." Porchay starts walking towards the stairs, pulling Kimhan with him. "You don't have to be worried—this place is me... nothing's gonna happen to you here..." Porchay stops for a moment, pressing his lips to Kimhan's, "well... nothing I don't want to."
"Little flower, where are you really taking me?" Kimhan breathes out.
Porchay smirks, "to heaven."
The stairs are spiralling downstairs for what feels like an eternity. With each step they take, the stairs turn into snowflakes filling the air around them. Cherry blossom petals gently dance around their skin, getting caught in their hair, making Porchay look even more gorgeous than he already is.
Kimhan takes a deep breath, raising his hand, he wants to rake his fingers through that pretty hair, but before he can do that, they reach the end of the stairs and what is in front of them is a lake with hot shimmering water. Its vapour is elegantly dancing high above it like clouds. Small lotus flowers are effortlessly floating right on top of it. And when Porchay makes another step, everything around him sparkles, and more flowers blossom in colours.
He smiles, turning to his husband. "This is where my powers are coming from. This is the Heavenly side of me. All of it. Everything you see... you touch... it's all me."
"Everything I touch, you saying?" Kimhan's eyes fall on a Midnight Blue rose bush blossoming just a couple of steps on his right side. He reaches out and strokes the roses gently.
Porchay visibly shudders, grabbing Kimhan's hand, "don't do that. It tickles."
"Tickles?" Kimhan smirks, "you don't look like it tickles, little flower." He frees his hand from Porchay's hold and reaches out towards the roses again, giving them another light stroke, and the reaction he gets from his husband right after wakes up the arousal in the pit of Kimhan's stomach.
Porchay whimpers. The echo of Kimhan's touch is spreading like wildfire through his body. Everything around here is too sensitive to touch, it makes Porchay too sensitive to touch. He inhales sharply, "stop touching that, Kimhan!" He steps into his husband's arms, "touch me instead."
