𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒? × ɱαɾƙԋყυƈƙ

↬ Chapter 19 ↫

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3rd person

"O-of course." The younger whispered startled with widened eyes, still not processing what Mark said and most importanly he himself said.

"S-so we're together?" Asked the hazel haired flushtered with a little blush, clearing his throat and trying to clear off his embarrassment.

"I mean yes, only if you want to-" "I do!" The hazel haired immediately interrupted making the other giggle right away: "Damn, wait for the marriage. Sounds like your making your declarations."

Marks comment understandably made the younger flushtered, the smaller landing a light punch on the other chest.

"You may kiss the bride." The raven haired giggled under his breath, leaning closer to the other.

Still paralyzed from the schock, Haechan just stayed frozen, staring at the male stopping right in front of his face. The raven haired then shot him a quick smile and the younger never knew he would be so eagerly waiting for some lips to meet his own.

He just closed his eyes, not knowing how to cope with the situation. Then he felt something soft, a light pressure moving against his lips which shot a wave of warmth through his whole body.

The sensation felt so soft and so pure, how the lips danced togethers to the rhythm of the rain in the background.

The hazel haired turned himself around comepletely to face Mark, so the kissing would be a lot easier with him not having to uncomfortably twisting himself back.

The raven haired immediately pulled the smaller on his lap so he was straddling the older, not breaking the kiss and not forgetting continuing to move his lips. Haechan just placed his hands to the olders face, the warm fingertips dancing on Marks cold cheeks from the cool weather.

The younger's knees just weakened a by how addictively the older invaded all his senses, toes curling a bit from joy and excitement.

It just felt so different from the night of the ball. This was so much full of love and passion, so slow and yet so exciting.

Claiming the younger's lips was as if there were a thousands butterflies having a party in Marks stomach as he kept embracing the younger, meeting the latter's lips once again as they caught their breaths quickly.

With a plopping sound the prince detached his plump lips from the king's, drawing air in sharply due the lack of oxygen.

Wiping off the remaining saliva around his mouth, which probably was mixed with Mark's by now, with the back of hand, the hazel looked away in embarrassment, the red colour tinting his chubby cheeks.

"You act as if we didnt kiss yesterday. You're so cute." The older cooed as he giggled, placing his hand on the back of the prince's head to lean in and place one last peck on the other lips, then lightly pushing Haechan's head down to rest in the crook of his neck.