TYRANT || Taekook || ✓

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"Have you no shame, love? giggled Taehyung from Jeongguk's shoulder into his ear, "carrying me like this"

"Shouldn't I be asking that to his majesty? What you wear today reveals too much skin, don't you think it's punishable?"

"Is it? Wouldn't Sir Jeon the handsome and feared let me know" Taehyung said, mischief dancing in his voice.

Before he knew it he was being thrown on their bed a Jeongguk climbed over him slowly His armour still covered his body, it clanked and rang with his every move, just like Taehyung's jewellery.

Taehyung smoothly sat up, straddling Jeongguk, as he sat in his lap.

His hands cupping the knight's cheeks felt warm as happiness bloomed in his chest. Jeongguk, too, raised his hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks and the King hissed at the touch of the cold metal on his cheeks.

He proceeded to tuck Taehyung's blonde locks behind his ears making the earrings in his ears ring and chime between the silence of their breaths.

"I've missed you, my knight" left the words from his lips which the knight kissed the second after.

A longing worth a million years mixed into the breaths that were shared. Breaths turned to pants as Jeonnguk pulled away.

The rouge of his lips had spread, making him look so beautiful that his breath hitched.

Taehyung began to take his armour off, and the pieces of black metal dropped to the ground one by one.

They were made to take on swords, a fall this small wouldn't scratch them.

Soon all of Jeonnguk's gear was gone, leaving his sculpted and scarred bare torso.

Taehyung's hands wandered to each one of them- kissing, licking - in admiration and in an attempt to please his beloved.

The room echoed erotic sounds along with rings from Taehyung's jewellery.

This time it was Jeonnguk who sat up, his hands were back on Taehyung's cheeks.

This time it was him, who initiated the kiss.

This time it was he who was on a mission to find Taehyung bare.

But he was slow in his moments - sensual and teasing.

His hands, from Taehyung's cheeks, made their way to his hair and let his long blond hair cascade down the latter's shoulders before pausing the kiss.

"Don't ever cut your hair," he said as he nosed his hair.

Oh how he loved these hazel blond locks, they smelled like home to him.

Taehyung's earrings fell onto the bed. Jeonnguk moved, mouthing at his nape and making Taehyung mewl and whimper. His tongue worked to unhook his necklace before it fell onto the bed too.

The robes, unbuttoned, fell to the younger's sides leaving him bare.

Jeongguk slowly pushed him back to the bed and the crown, with his hair undone, from his head, tumbled to a corner of the bed.

There he lay, in all his naked and ethereal glory. His eyes were glazed in lust, his hair spread all over the bed as he looked at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk leaned forward to kiss him again, making him hum and moan as his hands pleasured the king.

"Is it alright?" he asked Taehyung, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, it is my love.

I am not a woman, my dear knight. I am just a carrier. I do not have what they do and I do not bear children that easily," Taehyung replied amused, remembering each and every time he had told the older the same thing.

The rest Taehyung would rather not talk about, he doesn't like people nosing at his private matters.

What he can tell is that no one can please Jeongguk like him and no one can please him as Jeongguk does.