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Byeongkwan was starting to gain more muscle mass, and it affected Sehyoon more than it should. The prince always had a beautiful body in the eyes of the eldest, but now, after four months of almost daily training, his back was getting wider, even though his waist remained thin, his thighs well shaped and his arms were bigger. It made Sehyoon swallow every time Byeongkwan rolled up a sleeve or trained in shorts.
It wasn’t the first time that the guard found himself admiring a male body too much; He has done this before with other soldiers while training, but he has always tried to dispel those thoughts and was successful, in a certain way. However, when it came to Kim Byeongkwan, Sehyoon couldn't get him out of his head. I am not just referring only to thoughts about the boy's body, but about the prince himself. Byeongkwan took over Sehyoon's mind in a way that he woke up thinking about him, slept thinking about him, sometimes he even dreamed of the youngest.
He thought it was just living together. Spending all day with Kim Byeongkwan had been a routine for years for Sehyoon, but now that he got a friend in the boy, it was different. Or at least, that was the excuse Sehyoon gave himself to explain why the prince lived in his thoughts and speed up his heart.
When he found himself back to reality, he had a sword aimed at his throat. The loud laugh of Byeongkwan invaded the ears of the knight, who could not even follow it as he always did with the contagious laugh, such a fright he took with the sharp object so close to him.
- You need to pay more attention. If I was your enemy I could kill you now. - Byeongkwan imitated the phrase he heard on the first day of training, still laughing and pushed his sword away.
- He's vindictive too, look at that. - Sehyoon smiled, hugging Byeongkwan by the waist really tight and filling his cheek with short kisses.
In that time when he was living with Kim Byeongkwan he realized some things about the boy. Sehyoon was right all along, Byeongkwan was lonely and now that he had Sehyoon, he got attached very easily. He was affectionate, whiny, dramatic, clingy, curious, extremely stubborn and he liked to break his father's orders, something he only started to do after Sehyoon entered his life. But above all that, Byeongkwan had a huge, beautiful and pure heart. And he loved physical contact.
Sehyoon was not very used to it, although he liked it. As said earlier, Kim was raised from an early age for war, to be cold, without compassion. Affection was not something he had at home, and it was not something he received from friends in the army, so when Byeongkwan started to hug him and kiss his cheek, it was big news. Nice and very welcomed news, of course.
It didn't take long for Sehyoon to start getting used to Byeongkwan's way and start offering affection on his own. Needless to say, this was gladly accepted by the prince, who was always happy with every hug or kiss he received. It was great to have someone who returned all his affection.
The soft laugh started to gradually get louder with each kiss he received on the cheek, and the prince dropped his sword to embrace Sehyoon by the neck. In a few seconds, both were lying on the floor, the guard over the prince, and Byeongkwan's face had already been almost kissed. Almost, because Sehyoon avoided the lips.
- And that's how we distract the enemy. - The eldest joked, receiving some slaps from Byeongkwan. - What is it? Can't stand to lose?
- You stole! I won that battle, admit it!
- Okay, you won. - Sehyoon got off Byeongkwan and laid down next to him. The chest rose and fell rapidly because of the heavy breathing caused by heavy training and for being so close to the prince.
When he saw potential in Byeongkwan for sword fighting, Sehyoon was not mistaken; In just those four months, the prince was already very skilled. He still wasn't as good as Sehyoon, who trained all his life, but he was definitely better than someone who practically just wielded a sword. The way he was dedicated and hardworking, Sehyoon expected no less from him.
He felt Byeongkwan's fingers intertwining with his and looked at the youngest, smiling. It was amazing how handsome he looked even at that angle, and all sweaty, with his hair sticking to his forehead. Sehyoon was lost.
- You are distracted today, sweetie. What happened? - Asked Byeongkwan when looking back at him.
- Thinking too much. Don't worry about me, little one, it's nothing serious. - Sehyoon got up from the floor and held out his hand to help Byeongkwan do the same. - Let's take a shower and I'll meet you in your room later for us to read, what do you say?
- Yes! - He shouted excitedly, letting out a high piched laugh at the end.
Reading, however, would be the last thing they would do that night. Instead of going to dinner at the table with his father, Byeongkwan asked for the food to be served to him and Sehyoon in his room, and stole two bottles of wine from the cellar to which the king had no idea that Byeongkwan had access.
- Look what I got! - Byeongkwan hummed, holding the bottles. A couple of glasses were already there thanks to the dinner served earlier, and the prince did not hesitate for a second to open one and pour it into the glasses.
Sehyoon laughed, shaking his head in denial, disbelieving the scene in front of him. When did Kim Byeongkwan get so rebellious? Was he to blame for transforming the boy, or was the prince just free now? It didn't matter what the right answer was, it just mattered that Sehyoon liked this "new" version. The most cheerful and free version in a way.
The prince wasn’t a drinker, so it was no surprise how quickly his face took on a reddish tinge and laughter was loose. Sehyoon, on the other hand, was a little stronger due to the several afternoons and nights in taverns drinking beer in droves with friends and courting women.
- Come here. Dance with Me. - Byeongkwan left the bowl in half on the bedside table and pulled Sehyoon, who did the same thing. The smile didn't seem to want to leave either face.
- There's no music. - Although it was him who made such a statement, Sehyoon held Byeongkwan's hand and kissed it's back, revering the prince in the meantime.
- I don’t care. - He smiled. Sehyoon's right hand joined with Byeongkwan's left hand and in synchronized steps the two started to turn, their eyes glued to each other, mesmerized. - Do you?
- Not at all. - They exchanged hands simultaneously, now turning to the opposite side from before.
This type of dance was so automatic for both of them that in fact they did not need the music for the movements to come out in harmony and precision. All the balls, parties and events were like that, the steps were the same, the choreography in pairs that the whole kingdom knew. Although the palatial was simpler and slower, Sehyoon knew it from attending the royal parties so much.
They raised their arms together and laughed. Accustomed to dancing with women, this would be the moment when the lady would turn around holding his hand, but there was no woman there. Byeongkwan took on this role, spinning around his own axis twice. As soon as it was over, Sehyoon grabbed his waist and lifted him off the floor. Byeongkwan's hands held his broad, strong shoulders, and did not leave the place when he was put on the ground again.
They were too close, their noses brushed against each other as Sehyoon held tightly to Byeongkwan's back and lowered his body slightly backwards. When standing again, Byeongkwan was unable to resist. The digits that once were on Sehyoon's shoulders went up to the back of his neck and face, and without any warning, he attached his lips to the older’s.
Sehyoon didn't move away as Byeongkwan thought he would. On the other way, the soldier held the prince even tighter against him in that embrace, desperate for something he didn't even know he needed that badly.
He might even feel guilty afterwards for several reasons, but now all he wanted and needed was Kim Byeongkwan, his lips, his taste mixed with wine, his smell and the heat that emanated from his body.
Shocks seemed to run down his spine, and his heart was beating so hard in the rib cage that it felt like it was going to break at any minute. He felt Byeongkwan's fingers holding a lock of his hair the moment the soldier licked the prince's lower lip, asking for passage and his tongue looking for the similar one.
He could feel some hesitation and the lack of experience of Byeongkwan, but that didn't make the kiss any less pleasant. In fact, the thought that he was probably the first to explore the prince's mouth in such a way, the first to have that kind of contact with him, left Sehyoon excited and with a warm heart.
When the youngest broke the kiss, Sehyoon still leaned forward, looking for more. He needed more, because for months he had suppressed his desire to bump his lips against those so rosy and inviting.
They remained embraced, with their eyes closed. Byeongkwan's mouth tingled and he was breathing heavily. If anyone knew that he had just kissed a knight, he would certainly be in trouble, but that had been much better than he imagined it would be and he had no regrets at all.
- Forgive me. - Sehyoon's voice broke the silence, and Byeongkwan opened his eyelids to look him in the eye.
- You’ve done nothing wrong. - He managed to smile, his thumb caressed Sehyoon's cheek. - Please do it again.
Kwan didn't have to ask twice. Sehyoon kissed him again, intense, needy. They hugged each other tightly, and Byeongkwan wanted to cry. He felt loved. He felt like the protagonist of one of the romance books that he loved to read. He could feel his heart beating fast and his stomach turning in a good way. He felt his hands trembling and above all, he felt complete.
Was it too early to say that he loved Kim Sehyoon?