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The white curtains on the balcony fly as the breezy wind brushes past. The sun has long since fallen below the horizon and the sky was a dark blue canvas with twinkling stars, reminiscing white splotches of paint splattered across.
In a dimly lit room sits Jongin, restlessly waiting for the sound of pebble hitting the railing of his balcony. If only he had met him at the papyrus shop at the left end of the market as he promised. If only a familiar cologne hit his nostrils as a big warm hand reached to intertwine with his in the circus crowd. They promised each other for this day, today. Their annual thing.
Jongin waited. He waited until the papyrus shop owners took his lingering presence as a cue and started to give him a suggestive look. He waited until the circus crowd cleared up as droplets of rain hit the ground. Jongin was a fool taking shelter under the roof of the local pub, looking longingly at every passerby that resembled him only to avert his gaze every single time. There was not even a hint of him.
Confused and disheartened, he walked back home with his head hung low. Whys clouded his head but it wasn’t until his shadow guardian heavily informed him about the latest news that he felt a strong pang in his heart.
A royal engagement ceremony was held at the Montague’s today.
A pitiful whimper crawls up from his throat at the recall. He’s been holding his tears all evening. The only hope he has is the sound of pebble hitting the railing of his balcony.
Much later after the clock struck twelve times, a young man in nothing but a white tunic and trousers came out from the safety of the shadows. Relief washes over him when he sees the familiar sight of a balcony with a soft yellowy glow coming from it. Carefully, he aims a pebble at the railing.
Jongin freezes at a sharp sound that stands out among the whistling wind and the buzzing insects. Then came a hushed but distinct call of his name.
“Jongin…my love.”
His heart races at the speed of a falling star as he rushes fast to the balcony.
“Sehun…” he called, his voice soft and breathless when he saw his lover under the soft glow of the crescent moon, staring up at him.
“Can I…” Sehun gestures at the vines that beautifully crawl all the way up to the roof.
“Of course, my dear. Careful. It has rained earlier. The vines might be slippery.”
When Sehun finally lands in front of him, Jongin does nothing but stare. Taking all of the man features in, from the way a single wavy strand falls over his face to the dark mesmerizing eyes that fell in love with at the debutante ball three springs ago to the toned chest revealing due to the loose strings of the white tunic.
Jongin feels his cheeks heat up when he notices a corner of Sehun’s lips curve upward slowly. There’s a glint in his eyes, almost too mischievous Jongin has to look away.
“W-What?”
“I like it when you call me ‘my dear’.” Sehun takes a step closer. His voice is low and husky.
“But I think I might like it even more if you call me ‘husband’.” Sehun gently cups his cheeks in his large hands and tilts his head up to meet his eyes. Husband. Jongin repeats in his mind and his face falls when the endearment suddenly reminds him of the engagement that happened today.
The slightest change in Jongin’s face had Sehun teasing expression dropped immediately.
“My love, is it about me not showing up where we promised today?” Sehun asks, his tone so gentle. “I’m so sorry, babe. You have every right to be upset. It’s just— I was—“
“I know.” Jongin murmurs, finally meeting Sehun’s worried eyes again. “I know why you couldn’t come.”
There was a moment of silence before Sehun’s expression changed immediately.
“Jongin I can expla–”
Jongin leaned in, pressing his soft plump lips against Sehun’s before he could say anything. He can’t do this right now. So instead he tried to move his lips against Sehun’s, his heart sank when Sehun didn't kiss him back. The kiss becomes hesitant and unsure. Only when Jongin decided to pull back did Sehun grab him by his waist and close their distance until there’s not even a hair’s breadth space left.
He titled Jongin head gently before pressing his lips against Jongin’s with the right amount of pressure. It was as though something heavy on his shoulder had dropped. There’s a hint of wine in his kiss. When he gently bites and sucks his lower lips, Jongin thinks of a cottage that sits in the meadow by the ocean far far away from here where they could be just two lovers madly in love with each other. Where nothing or no one will hold them back for loving who they love.
Despite being out of breath, Jongin blindly tries to chase Sehun’s lips when he pulls away and Sehun chuckles deeply, adoration prominent in his tone.
“I’m here, honey.”
Jongin opens his eyes slowly to find Sehun staring at him with so much adoration in his eyes. As though he is the most precious little thing in the world. Jongin feels like crying.
“Sehun…” he chokes. His heart aches with such strong emotions he’s never felt in his entire life. It’s the way he yearns for the man before him even when he’s standing right within his grasp. The way he’s already missing his solemn face as he stares. The way he craves.
“I want to be yours, Sehun.” his small voice breaks the silence. Sehun’s eyes widened. It took him a good few seconds before he babbled.
“Babe… what are you—“
“Make me yours.” Jongin takes a step closer and pulls at the loose string of Sehun’s tunic before staring deep into the man with pleading eyes. “Please, Sehun.”
“Oh… babe.” Sehun whispers, gently tucking Jongin’s brown locks behind his ears. “But this is not something—“
“Do you even want me?” Jongin cuts him again. His mom would’ve scolded him for such foul manners. But he could care less when his body burns with the need to be Sehun’s right this instant.
“Of course I want you.
“Then make me yours. Right here. Right now.”
"Right here?”
“Right here.” Under the witness of the moon and the stars.
Their lips meet again. This time with a purpose, to own and to be owned. The kiss, it was hot, desperate and sloppy but sure. Jongin feels little sparks of fireworks go off across his skin as Sehun’s hands roam roughly around his body and undresses him without breaking the kiss.
Soon, the robe dropped to the balcony floor and Jongin was left with a sheer white nightgown. A gust of cold wind brushes past and Jongin’s breath hitches when Sehun sneaks his hands around his hips and kneads his cheeks before spreading them apart. Jongin gasped when naughty fingers brushed his fingers up and down on his asscrack over the night gown and Sehun took it as advantage and slipped his tongue inside his mouth.
Jongin feels his body gets hotter and hotter as seconds pass. Sehun licked his mouth, his tongue exploring every corner of Jongin’s cavern, teasing Jongin’s tongue before pressing a last kiss on his bottom lip and moving on to his jawlines then slowly down to his neck. The tiny whimper Jongin lets out when Sehun sucks on a particular spot on the junction of the neck and shoulder goes straight to his groin. Jongin smells just like the rose and vanilla scented oil he gifted him on his lover’s day exactly twelve moons ago.
Sehun takes a step back just to admire Jongin who’s dressed in nothing but a see through nightgown under the soft moonlight. His curly brown locks falling over his eyes, the apples of his cheeks red as he looks at Sehun shyly, unsure of what to do or how to act under Sehun’s gaze. He looks so… innocent, so cute, so fuckable.
Sehun wants to fuck that innocence out of him. Impale him on his cock every day until all he’ll ever want and know is to be on his cock.
Sehun groans at his twisted desire before lurching forward to bury his face in the crook of Jongin’s neck. Pressing small kisses then sucking the flesh until Jongin starts to whine. He then moved on to the pretty collar bones, sucking bruises onto the golden skin before tracing his wet kisses down to the erected buds over the nightgown.
Jongin feels sparks of pleasure he’s never felt across his body when the hot mouth closes on his nipples. A wicked tongue circling his erected bud before sucking on it over his nightgown. While a hand came up to pinch the other, rolling the erected bud between a thumb and a forefinger. Sehun sucks the whole areola then bites the tip of the bud in mouth gently before giving the same amount of love to the other.
Jongin tries to keep his moans in but when Sehun’s finally sneaks to cup his pussy over the sheer gown, his heart races with finality that it is actually happening.
Sehun detaches himself from his nipples and grabs him by his waist to place him against the railing, handrail pressing against his lower back. His dark mesmerizing eyes now full with lust as he held gaze with Jongin’s while slowly descended to his knees. Jongin’s night gown was lifted all the way up until his embroidered undergarment was exposed. Sehun unties the bows on each side of Jongin’s hips and in a second, the undergarment falls on Sehun’s knees and his pussy is exposed.
Sehun sucks a breath, rubbing his pointy nose against Jongin’s mounds then exhales before inhaling deeply again. The breaths fanning over his pussy had Jongin’s cheeks burning.
Sehun kisses all over his soft mounds gently before spreading them apart. Jongin flinches when the cold air of the night brushes his moist pussy. Sehun stares, marveling at his pink exposed pussy with his mouth slightly hung open like it’s the most wonderful thing in the world.
“Such a pretty pussy.”
Sehun mutters slowly, his thumb pressing on Jongin’s clit with the right amount of pressure before licking a stripe up. Jongin jerks uncontrollably and quickly reaches to grab the handrail behind him to support himself. The pleasure now is in a different medium compared to his nipples being sucked.
Sehun’s wicked tongue strokes another stripe before tonguing at his clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. When Sehun finally sucks on his clit, it is as though he lost the control of his body completely, legs barely standing, hands barely clenching on the railing. Sehun didn’t care. He continued to suck on his clit like a hungry man. He flats his tongue to lick up and down across the lips before pointing the tip of the tongue to play with the clit and breach Jongin’s hole. Sehun eats him out, alternating between sucking on Jongin’s clit and tongue fucking him.
Then he stops, just when Jongin runs his fingers through his man’s luscious hair. Just when Jongin is about to climax. Sehun looks up, rubbing his now slicked lower face with the back of his hand as he ascends back onto his feet.
“Mhmm… you taste just like I imagined.” Sehun muttered, his voice an octave low. He dips his two fingers against the hole, coating them with Jongin’s natural slick before bringing it against Jongin’s lips. He sucks them mindlessly. It was a bit salty but not too much.
Sehun then withdraws his fingers from Jongin’s mouth and brings them down, circling his hole teasingly. Jongin sucks a breath in.
“Ever touched yourself here?”
Sehun asks Jongin shook his head shyly and Sehun’s eyes widened.
“You’ve never pleasured yourself?”
“I do! But… I-I only rub because I want you to be the first one to fill me.”
Jongin whispers the last words, making himself small against Sehun shamefully and Sehun couldn’t help but let out a low animalistic voice coming from the back of his throat.
“You’re ruining me, Jongin.” He buries his face in the crook of Jongin’s shoulder and thrust a single finger inside. It’s incredibly warm, tight and the walls are velvety.
“How are you so tight even after I tongue fucked you? Couldn’t even fuck my finger in.” Sehun talks dirty as he thrusts his finger in and out and Jongin couldn’t do anything but hold onto his man.
“How are you going to take my cock if you’re so tight like this, darling.” Sehun added a second finger without warning and started scissoring him.
“I-I can… Hunnie. I promise.” Jongin almost sobs at the speed of Sehun’s finger fucking him. Sehun grabs Jongin’s hand on the handrail and presses it on his clothed cock.
“Feel me? Feel how thick I am? I’m gonna tear you, little thing. You’ll be ripped.” Indeed, it feels so full and thick even over his trousers. It’s true Sehun would’ve torn him if he just thrusts right in now. Jongin couldn’t help but clenches down on Sehun’s fingers at the thought and Sehun lets out a low chuckle.
“Like that, hmm? Like the thought of you being ripped because I’m so big and you’re so tight and so small.” Jongin’s breath hitched, the all consuming pleasure took over his senses and just when he was about to reach his peak, Sehun stopped and pulled his fingers out.
“Wh-why… Why did you stop?” Jongin cried, staring up at his lover’s face pitifully and Sehun coos.
“What do you want, little one?”
“I-I want to come.”
“Is that it?” Sehun teases him, toying his clit with the tip of his finger but doesn’t press enough to send shocks of pleasure through his body. “Don’t you want my cock, sweet thing? Don’t you want to be mine? Don’t you want to be owned?”
Sehun said in a low tone his breath fanning over Jongin’s ear. Jongin lets out a whimper, he wants nothing but to submit and be completely dominated.
“P-please… Hun.”
“Mhmm… please what, babe?”
“Please… I want your cock.”
“Want my cock where?”
“I want your-your cock in my tight little cunt. Please own me.” Jongin blurted out then blushed furiously at his own words. Sehun smirks smugly and undoes his trousers. His cock springs free, the hard length slapping against his lower abdomen. It’s not only thick but also long and veiny with the red tip glistening with pre cum. Jongin gulps. Never once had he got his knees down for anything but that cock. That beautiful cock. It makes Jongin want to kneel for it.
“You can suck me all you want later. I need to fuck you now.”
Sehun said as though he could hear Jongin’s thoughts and spit in his large palms, coating his long thick cock with his saliva. When he decides his cock is slick enough, Sehun grabs Jongin by his waist and presses the tip of his cock against Jongin’s wet clit and rubs up and down slowly. Jongin's body jerks so hard he has to grab the handrail quickly with the other hand around Sehun’s shoulder.
“Hunnie… please.”
“Please?” Sehun teases, still slowly rubbing up and down against his pussy lips.
“Please fuck me.” Jongin begs and Sehun complies and starts pressing into Jongin slowly. Jongin grabs Sehun’s shoulder, his nails dipping into his man’s flesh. Indeed, his man’s cock feels as thick and full as it appears. It’s only the tip in and Jongin feels like he’s been ripped apart. Just like Sehun said. Tears welled up in his eyes and Jongin looked up at Sehun with doe eyes pleading.
“It’s so big, Hunnie.”
Sehun only chuckles deeply and brushes his tears away.
“It’ll feel better, love. I can feel your pussy throbbing.” Sehun assures him and thrust some more inches into Jongin. The pain mixed with pleasure courses through Jongin’s body and Sehun didn’t let him adjust to it. He grabs Jongin’s tiny waist with both of his hands and thrusts all the way to the hilt. It feels as though every molecule of air has been punched out of his lungs. Jongin gasped.
“S-so big.”
So big. He could feel it in his tummy.
“I know my cock is big but it’s also your virgin hole, darling. It’s so incredibly tight.”
Sehun rocks slowly to let him adjust to the stretch this time. A hand of his came down to Jongin’s pussy and teasingly circles the stretched hole, rubbing his sensitive clit. Despite the burning stretch, Jongin couldn’t help but clench down on the hard cock. Sehun couldn’t help but thrust forward.
“I’m going to start fucking you.” Sehun said as he withdrew his cock all the way until it’s only the tip and thrust back in with full force. Jongin moans out loud, mind blowing pleasure taking over all of his senses. A large hand came up to cover his mouth. Sehun does it a couple of times before starting forming a rhythm.
Jongin throws his head back at the pleasure, baring his pretty neck now adorned with reddening bruises. Sehun instantly latches his mouth on his neck knowingly. Between his slightly parted eyelids, Jongin could see the stars twinkling. The witnesses of their love from the first time Sehun has climbed those vines with a single red rose in his mouth to nights they spend reciting love poems to each other, dreaming of their unachievable lives together as wedded husbands to this night.
Suddenly Sehun pulls all the way out and turns Jongin around making him face the railing and the crescent moon. He thrusts back in with animalistic force and Jongin quickly grabs the handrails for his life. The tip of Sehun’s cock kept touching somewhere deep inside him this way and the pleasure escalated ten folds. The pace got faster as well as the sound of him being pounded got louder. But Jongin didn’t know he was moaning like a cat in heat until Sehun’s fingers roughly shove into his mouth.
“Quiet whore. Do you wish the whole of Verona to hear that you are being impaled on my cock? Hmm? That you are offering your virgin pussy to some stranger out on the balcony for everyone to see.” Sehun said through gritted teeth and his pussy throbs. Oh, it’s so shameful to admit but it excites him. With the way his room was facing the acres of vineyards, the garden and wells and the loos on the far south. Someone could’ve seen him. Some maids could have woken up in the middle of the night to use the loo and see the sweet innocent darling son of their master on some stranger's cock.
Jongin clenches hard on Sehun, saliva drips down his chin as Sehun continues to press his finger firmly on his tongue to muffle his moans. When the other hand reaches to the front and rubs on his clit, Jongin implodes, big waves of pleasure crash his whole body and his clenches the hardest. To which Sehun responds by filling his womb with his seeds. It feels hot, thick and heavy. Jongin likes it.
They stay like that for a while with Sehun pressing his forehead against Jongin’s nape. His cock still in Jongin’s pussy. Basking in the post orgasm calmness. Jongin almost cries when Sehun pulls out and his come drips out of him.
Sehun carries him to the daybed on the balcony that is too small for them. The night sky fills their vision as they lay on their backs in each other’s embrace.
“How do you feel, my darling?” Sehun asks, making Jongin face him.
“Contented, my dear, my man.” A sad smile flashes across Jongin’s face. It looks like even the post orgasm feels couldn’t take his mind completely off the engagement and Sehun decides it’s time.
“You know today—”
“You know what I thought of when I kissed you?”
“Tell me.” Sehun was cut off again but he chose to let Jongin speak.
“A home. A tiny little cottage. Sits in the meadow by the ocean. When we wake up and open the windows, we will be greeted with fresh, salted air. I would make you breakfast, dear, eggs, tea and apple pie. After that you will go out to trade or maybe fish or hunt so we could make whatever you bring for lunch and dinner. I will wait for you while baking cookies for evening sweets and bread for the next morning. You know how much I love baking. In the evening, we would take a walk on the beach and you would gather seashells for me to wear as a crown later. Or it could be the meadow. We will gather pretty flowers and you will tuck it behind my ear and make me a flower crown when it’s enough flowers. Then we will head back home and have dinner together. And the rest of the day…”
There were stars in Jongin’s eyes as he narrated his mind but then they faded.
“Go on.” Sehun encourages in a soft tone. And Jongin shakes his head. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I can't have it.” His voice shakes as he tries to hold his tears back.
“It was not my engagement and I’m banished.” Sehun blurted.
“What?”
“I tricked everyone into thinking Shixun is me and fooled everyone. Mom and dad decided to just proceed with the ceremony with Shixun to not ruin their image. So the engagement happened under my name but it was not me. They stripped my title and I was banished as a count of this small town by the beach in Sicily as punishment.”
Jongin stares at him for a good few minutes, trying to process everything he was told before speaking again.
“It– I.. I don't know what to feel just yet.. Sehun, who spent years in the army for years leading 3000 warriors in that alley, fought the intruders more than once for that title. And your birth rights–”
“Shhh…. I don’t care about any of that, Jongin. I’m way too madly in love with you to just accept whatever they arranged. I’d rather be in hell than be with someone who is not you for the rest of my life.”
Jongin smiles softly, tears fall from those doe eyes but this time there are stars and full of love for Sehun.
“Then what of Shixun… don’t you feel sorry for him?”
“He’ll be fine. It looks like he has taken interest in Rosaline since the first time she came to visit us as a potential alliance.”
Jongin nods thoughtfully and Sehun takes his hands in his two hands tightly.
“I came here to ask you a very important question, Jongin. I'll be leaving in three days. And… I want to know if you want to be with me as much as I want with you. If you are brave enough to leave everything for me. I..I may not be able to provide a life as luxurious as you have now.” Sehun paused for a second as though it pains him to say what he just said. “But I can promise you a life to the fullest possible with me. Kim Jongin, my dearest, will you take my hand?”
“Yes, Sehun. Of course. I will. I am already yours.”
Their lips meet again with tears flowing freely on their cheeks, savouring every stroke and press, each other's warmth and presence. Their love for each other flows in their body through the kiss for saying it out loud would not be enough for the depth of feelings they have for each other.
For now, Sehun will have to go. But in three days, they can finally have the life they have always wanted.
Who could’ve predicted what would happen within those three days.