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Hyunjin allows the tension to bleed out of his body as he curls himself into Chan's chest. Sacreds, everything has been so hectic with the Empire's preparations for battle, that they've hardly had any time for themselves.
Still, even as he's curled up in his husband's arms, in the familiar comfort and safety of their private chambers, there is one negative thought that lingers in the back of his mind
"The Phoenyx..." Hyunjin drawls,
"-His name is Minho." Chan interrupts
Hyunjin bristles at being corrected, and decides to cut to the chase, "He- Minho, wants you, though you are not his to have."
He feels Chan still beneath him, pensive before he carefully responds, "Is that so? I was under the impression he was rather enraptured by our Han Jisung." he takes a moment to guide Hyunjin to look into his eyes, "Are you sure that he is interested in me, or is it that you are jealous I've had to spend more time with him as of late?"
Hyunjin grumbles, Chan always sees right through him. Ears flushing red, Hyunjin scowls, "I am indeed a jealous lover, my Lord, and I take pride in it. You are mine, and he cannot have you."
Chan hums and Hyunjin swears he can hear the smile on his face.
"If that is the case, you need not worry my love. My mind and body belong to you, and you alone. I desire no one else. Only you shall have me, and I, you."
Hyunjin preens at the verbal confirmation, satisfied, and proceeds to relax into Chan's hold. He traces the golden sun-runes with his fingers where they swirl across Chan's shoulder as they fall into a comfortable silence
"Beloved?" he asks after a few moments, lips dragging on the bare skin of Chan's chest when he speaks. The hand and in his hair keeps moving and Hyunjin's eyes flutter at the sensation,
"Yes, precious one?"
Hyunjin shifts to allow himself to look into Chan's eyes, hovering slightly over him
"Six moons have passed since you last touched me."
Chan startles out a laugh, "Have you been counting, darling?"
Hyunjin once again flushes red, and rolls his eyes, "With a lover as attentive and passionate as yourself? Of course I have."
"And why are you mentioning it now?" Chan smiles smugly as he raises a hand to brush the pale blue bangs out of Hyunjin's eyes.
Hyunjin grins like the cat that got the cream as he crawls over Chan to straddle him properly, "The Emperor has been working so tirelessly recently that he deserves a reward. I think..." Chan hums encouragingly as Hyunjin drags a warm fingertip down his bare chest, "that he should allow himself the luxury of taking what is his."
"Is that so?" Chan huffs out a laugh, "And am I to assume you are that luxury, precious?"
"Oh," Hyunjin smirks wickedly, knowing he's going to get exactly what he wants, "undoubtedly darling, I always have been."
Chan gently raises a hand to cup Hyunjin's cheek, "That is quite right. You are the most priceless being in existence, and I have been beyond blessed by the Sacreds, Panthea herself, to be allowed to call you mine."
Hyunjin whines softly at the praise, he loves hearing how much Chan desires and values and wants him, loves him.
"Channie," he whispers, guiding Chan's face down to his neck "make me yours."
Chan smirks into his golden, glittering skin before biting down hard enough to bruise. Hyunjin cries out, and he takes pride in knowing that the entire west wing will hear how good his Channie, their Emperor, makes him feel.
Chan pulls back, pupils dark and blown wide with passion and lust, "Already done, my precious one. You have always been mine."
When Chan prompts him, Hyunjin falls back onto their countless pillows and entrusts his body, his heart, his everything to his husband's gentle hands.
It's overwhelming, every time they become intimate, the amount of love he can feel radiating from Chan, through his touches. Chan is all over him, everywhere. Chest to chest, calloused hands bruising his hips and thighs, lips etching marks onto his neck and chest and shoulders that he will show off to the whole kingdom once he gets the chance. Hyunjin feels full of him as he is rocked up and down the silken sheets of their bed.
Hyunjin feels it more than sees it, the way the golden sun-runes that swirl all over his body shimmer and twinkle in his excitement. The way light permeates from beneath his skin, and he glows in the moonslight pouring into their chambers.
"Look at you," Chan coos and Hyunjin keens, "darling, you're glowing. You look ethereal."
Chan leans forward and presses a reverent kiss to his forehead, Hyunjin feels his entire body overheat as he flushes red in response to the single action,
"Ah- Channie, I-"
Chan's movements slow and he brushes the sweaty bangs out of Hyunjin's face, and somehow it's even more intense and overwhelming than before, "I know, my love."
Hyunjin cries out, there is so much light radiating from the both of them he can barely even see Chan. He's close- so, so, so close and he clutches his husband's shoulder to convey it when his words fail him.
Chan hums lovingly in understanding, "That's right, there you go, my little star," he leans down to let his lips meet Hyunjin's ear, "shine for me."
And with those words Hyunjin breaks. He feels like every single one of his nerves explodes in pleasure and love and he nearly blacks out from the intensity of it all. Through the fuzzy haze of his climax, he registers just barely when Chan lets out a high, whiny sound and his muscles go taught under Hyunjin's palm as he meets his own release. His movements eventually slow to a stop, breaths heavy as he cages Hyunjin in with his arms.
As the seconds in bliss tick by, he regains some form of composure and manages to blearily look up at his lover. Hyunjin himself is not sure if he had really screamed, but based on the satisfied smirk on Chan's face, he probably had.
Hyunjin figures he must look a right mess; hair disheveled, crown lopsided, skin flushed red and mottled with bruises and glistening with sweat, sun-runes weakly flickering with each panted breath, release all over his stomach and between his thighs- but he's happy, and in love and glowing and he never feels more beautiful than in these moments with Chan.
He feels Chan cup his face and leans into the touch, "You look beyond stunning like this."
Hyunjin can only hum his agreement
"You truly are a work of art, aren't you, my starlight?"
"Hmm," and Hyunjin just knows he's smiling like a dopey, blissed-out fool, "yours."
Chan grins, and he's glowing and it's blindingly beautiful,
He presses a gentle kiss to Hyunjin's lips,
"Mine."