103rd year of Joseon, Hanyang.
"I have had the vilest day," Hongjoong reports.
He is walking beside Seonghwa, again to the woods, to spend an hour or so intertwined, bodies and souls wrapped together in the hush and solitude of their wooded kingdom.
Like every evening for the past few weeks.
"Then do what I do," Seonghwa says, tying his horse to a tree at the edge of their clearing.
"What is that?" Hongjoong asks, following Seonghwa to the far side, to their spot by the night queen.
"I kiss you and forget," he says, laughing when Hongjoong wraps an arm around him and pulls him close.
He has barely linked his arms around Hongjoong's neck when he leans in and presses their lips together.
His heart still pounds, after all these days holding him, he still wonders if he will ever be used to feeling that body under his palms.
Chaste, soft, like all their kisses, gentle, no longer hesitant.
"Tell me about your day," Seonghwa says softly.
"I have forgotten," Hongjoong replies, eyes still closed, mouth still pressing against Seonghwa's.
He feels the smile pressed against his lips, and he smiles, too.
He breaks the kiss.
"What would you have me do today?" he asks.
Seonghwa shrugs.
"Anything you want," he whispers.
There is something buried in that, some abandon that clings to his words and makes them mean more than they should.
Hongjoong smiles, finds the depth of the ocean, glimmering moonlight and stardust, in those eyes.
It knocks all the air out of Hongjoong's chest.
He tightens his grip on his arm, Dongjun's whispers in his ear.
"If I wished to touch you," he breathes, delirious. "Would you let me?"
"Touch me?" Seonghwa whispers back, leaning up for the faintest brush of lips to his skin.
Still so innocent, still untouched by the places in the world that would teach him about pleasure, inebriation, intoxication, depravity.
"Only if you would let me."
"I would let you take my life, you fool, why do you still ask?"
Hongjoong cannot help it when he kisses Seonghwa so hard they stumble backwards, till Seonghwa is pressed between him and the smooth wood of the towering night queen.
He cannot help it when his hands tremble, tangle, lost in the folds of Seonghwa's jeogori.
He pulls at the belts.
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FanfictionA story where Hongjoong and Seonghwa find each other in three lifetimes. "What if I said I'd find you in lifetimes to come? What if I loved you in all my lifetimes past? Wouldn't that be lovely?" "I think I'd say you're a god awful poet."
