Dripping Wet

King was furious, oh so furious.

How dare that little boy escaped when he wasn’t supposed to? And if he did, then he should be ready for the consequences.

A solid plan of how to punish such an act was running in his mind. Oh, how would he love to see those teary-doe eyes when they would be begging for forgiveness. But his thought process came to an end when he heard something.

The door to the closet was open that leads the way to the luxurious bathroom. King thought for a moment and then silently he paced closer to the door, placing a hand over his dagger hiding in his sleeve.

Someone was waiting for his/her death

Slow and steady he entered the walk-in closet and proceeded towards the bathroom but then he halted when his expensive shoes touched the wet surface.

“what the…..” king was confused to see water seeping out from under the half-closed door of the bathroom, the carpet in the closet was all wet while foamy suds were scattered everywhere.

Pretty much having an idea who it might be inside, the king made the most unamused face before opening the door. Peeking inside he found Mago sitting inside the tub with taps fully open and water flowing out the tub like a waterfall while the younger played with the fluffy soapy loofah.

The side of the tub was filled with many broken bath bombs, and the basket containing them was knocked out on the bathroom floor.

Water was still oozing out of the tub continuously, splashing on the floor and everywhere making the bathroom wet and slippery. King watched with wide eyes as the boy in the tub was in his own mind, giggling while dipping bomb after bomb in the ceramic tub.

Mago looked cute, to be honest, he was so mesmerized when his lips spread in a gorgeous little smile, small hands holding the purple-colored bath bomb, and twinkling eyes when the bombs produced a fizzy bubbly sound in the water.

All of that lasted for a small while, when in a few long strides king was towering over the younger from his back, glaring at him and his acts.

Mago flinched when he felt a little shadow over his head, turning at his back he found king as the older gazed at him hard with distaste.

“what the hell are you doing?” he asked in a lowered voice, gritting his teeth hard, preventing himself from shouting.

Mago smiled sheepishly while looking around. It was then he noticed how everything was wet including the floor. Gulping, the younger looked up at the older, his adorable smile leaving his lips.

“ummm…….well…..I….I..think…I..” the younger was cut off when the king raised his hand to stop him from explaining. He looked down, breaking eye contact with the older.

King on the other hand sighed heavily, it was his own mistake to initiate something like this relationship, just for the sake of a lesson he wanted to teach the smaller one.

King wasn’t obligated, no. In a minute he could kick Mago out in the street and be free from the shackles of this drama but then his heart doesn’t allow him to when he sees those adorable doe eyes, the boy had something that made the king to keep him safe, and with himself.

Without wasting any more time, he grabbed the soapy boy by his arm and pulled him out of the tub. Mago tried to balance himself but to his demise, he tripped and fell right into the arms of the older who caught him by his waist.

Several moments passed as they both stared into each other’s eyes until Mago fluttered them, trying not to blink as he wanted to stare at the perfect specimen of the fine man in front of him a little more, where the king wished to hold that petite waist and feel them wet curves a little longer.

A sigh left Mago’s lips making king come out of his daze. Stabilizing Mago on the wet floor, the king held his hand in his big one and started to drag the boy with him until they reached the shower cabin.

Still wearing his wet clothes, Mago looked a little terrified forming dangerous frustrated lines over the king’s forehead. Keeping quiet was the best option his mind produced and Mago wanted to listen to it.

The shower was on, pouring hot water over Mago’s head. He stood there silently, looking down at his bare feet, letting every particle of soap rinse off of his body.

King also stood there but outside the shower cabin. Waiting for the younger to finish, he observed the being with concentration.

Ask him and he will tell you how unreal Mago felt to him. The see-through fabric of his shirt was dripping wet and all of his milky curves were on display. Smooth white skin with small goosebumps, maybe because of the water or his gaze.

There was no way Mago was going to shut the shower off on his own, he didn’t have the courage to do so, therefore king had to close the tap and pull the boy out of the cabin.

None of them said a word.

Mago was silently escorted out into the closet area. King opened the closet door and pulled out a pair of boxers along with a shirt. He proceeded to fetch loose pants but then the memory of younger’s milky thighs crossed his mind making him drop them without Mago noticing.

No harm in staring at them a little longer

“I have only these……change in them and come outside” the king instructed and Mago nodded before the older left the room.

“I HaVe OnLy ThEsE……fuck!.....so demanding” the younger muttered while he started to strip out of the wet clothes he was wearing.

……..

King was patiently waiting on his bed with closed eyes, leaning back on the backrest of the bed while his long legs were sprawled straight and his feet were crossed in front of him.

Mago entered the room slowly, trying hard to secure the shirt that was not cooperative at all. King opened his eyes when Mago tsked, he stared as the young boy was struggling with the shirt slipping from his shoulders.

Mentally, the king smirked at the choice of clothing he awarded the boy with. The shirt was so big on the boy it was making him look so small and soft.

Wet strands of hair were scattered all over his forehead while a pout rested over his plump lips. Milky thick thighs were on display and his tiny structure of shoulder peeked out of the shirt.

The sight was so amusing yet beautiful for the king.

King was desperate to know about the details of the fitting of the boxers but he retained himself from saying anything which might be inappropriate, only his eyes roamed at the whole figure of the younger.

Mago felt the gaze that marveled over his body, he huffed annoyed. it was not new for him at all. Jana used to stare at him like that all the time, that man had his eyes permanently fixed on Mago with the intentions impure.

“I am hungry,” Mago said pushing his shirt lower on his thigh when he discovered the gaze of the older fixed over his legs.

King snapped out of his not-so-pure thoughts and looked up at the younger’s face. He smiled devilishly before relaxing his posture more and hummed, pretending to think.

“hmmmmm……so?” he asked with a cocked brow, feeling satisfied after he witnessed a forming pout on the younger’s face.

“so I want food,” Mago said in a matter-of-fact way, telling the king the obvious which he didn’t know apparently.

“oh no darling……this is not how it happens here you see…..” He started smiling evilly

“If you are not present at the time dinner is served then you have to starve until the next serving……” king informed like he was telling him an amazing thing.

“same goes with the breakfast and lunch” he finished with a wide grin. Mago cursed him under his breath, looking around the room. King watched him curiously.

“Where do I sleep?” Mago questioned looking for any suitable place to rest for the night. There was a couch in the corner of the room but it didn’t look comfortable with all of its unique stylings.

“here….with me…..on my bed…..beside me….” the king answered, emphasizing every word while slowly drawing circles on the silk sheet as if teasing the younger.

Mago didn’t question anything anymore, he walked to his side and started to make his bed according to his liking. King observed him leaning back on the headboard, his brain tingled with some question that might make Mago madder.

“don’t you wanna put a pillow wall between us?” he questioned gaining the attention of the younger. Mago looked at him and stared for a minute before he rolled his eyes at him.

Somehow king expected something exciting about their first night together, although they weren’t lovers but still, a man can dream….

“why?......are you worried that I will touch you in your sleep?” Mago replied making the king surprised. His mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish but nothing came out.

The younger has stolen his fucking dialogue. He was supposed to say that to make him uncomfortable but now that he was the one who had to listen to that cliché dialogue, the feeling wasn’t all great.

“whatever” he muttered laying down on the bed and turning to his side. A smile formed on his lisp when he heard the naughtiest giggle behind his back and closed his eyes.

Didn’t know why but he hoped with all his heart that what Mago said about ‘are you worried that I will touch you in your sleep’ could be turned into a reality.

Mago giggled at the king before he also closed his eyes. With an empty stomach and tired body, the younger wanted nothing but some rest. He couldn’t do anything about food for now but he could sleep his tiredness off and that’s what he did.

…….

“I have found his weakness” the man laughed announcing his arrival with a piece of great news he delivered to the others in the room.

“Oh, did you now……..let’s hear then,” the other said with an amused smile.

“he has scored a pretty boy………the look in his eyes told me that he might be important,” the first man said lighting up a cigar.

“if you are not sure about it then why consider him his weakness Kangsu?” the other man asked with his tone a little dark this time. Time was precious to him and he didn’t want to waste it over some garbage information.

“he is important……I will dig more than that and I will let you know…..but believe me… we have something that we can use against him even if it is a start” Kangsu exclaimed excitedly but the other rolled his eyes and stood up from his seat.

“very well……..we will meet again but not here anymore I don’t want anyone to see us together,” the man said leaving the office and Kangsu alone.

The old man stood there watching the sunset from the ceiling long window. He exhaled smoke from his mouth and sighed heavily.

“your time is over my king……..you are over…………it’s my time now” taking a long drag out of his cigar, Kangsu smiled devilishly.

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