ROYALE

Chapter 23

A/N:
I had a bad dream about how this story goes...
And I'm scared of my subconscious mind.. 🥺

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Tharn was fiddling with his husband's bangs that had grown a little longer than the first time they met on their wedding day. Type was sleeping soundly next to him.

Tharn liked and thankful for mornings like this, when he could just wake up earlier than Type and watch him sleeping for couple more hours.

It was still too early for them to wake up after doing sports all night long. But Tharn couldn't just pass an opportunity like this, a time when he finally felt peaceful.

Type must be having a sore hips because he took Tharn more than he did Tharn last night. It was actually cute to see Type begging Tharn to do him harder. As if Tharn had not fucked him hard enough.

However, what Type wanted, Tharn would make sure to give it. That was a part of the reason why they didn't stop until dawn. Another part was because Tharn couldn't bring himself to stop making love to his beloved husband.

As corny as he could get, making love to Type was thousands times better than faking the kiss for magazines and Tv stations.

He was even more thankful that the first time they did it was not just fucking each other. They were making love. And that made Tharn's chest swelled with so much happiness.

He could not even comprehend how he could love someone this much. Yes, he loved his ex, but his love wasn't that deep to make him come and kneel before his Father to get his blessings.

Type might be not his first, but Tharn wanted to make him his last. He would give his best only to make the other guy stay.

He suddenly got the impulse to plant a gentle kiss on Type's forehead. Tharn swiped Type's hair that covered his forehead first before he kissed him softly.

Type scrunched up his face before he fluttered his eyes opened slowly. Tharn's handsome face welcomed his vision, it made him pursed his lips shyly because the memory of last night entered his mind.

Tharn recognized what Type was thinking about as he smiled back to the younger guy. Tharn moved his hand under the blanket and squeezed Type's bums softly, "We have enough time before the helper comes and makes us breakfast.."

Type hummed and curled up in Tharn's embrace, "You still get energy left?"

"You don't?" Tharn sounded disappointed.

That made Type let out a soft laughter, "Depends on how you seduce me..." He teased with a cheeky attitude. It rendered Tharn jumped onto him and trapped Type between his thighs.

"Challenge accepted, baby.."

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Tharn and Type disappeared for almost a week. None of them cared to switch on their phone. Yes, Tharn told Type to switch their phone off during their stay in the island.

Everybody was panic, including Ming and Tharn's gang. But not the King. He knew everything was going so well between his two sons. Or maybe too well was more suitable.

He ignored all the reporters that were asking him those questions regarding the missing Princes. One of the day, when he was so fed up being asked the same question during his move to another schedule, he said, "Stop being busybody if it's not your fucking business."

Tharn laughed out loud when he watched that on the big screen once they had gone back home. Still with his laughter, he muttered, "I've always known that old man wouldn't keep his foul mouth for long... See, he's the trouble himself."