Forest Shelter – Nightfall
The sun dipped low beyond the trees, casting warm hues of gold and amber across the forest clearing. The sky was painted in soft strokes of dusk—fading pinks, bruised purples, and deepening navy blue. The air was cool, crisp, and quiet, broken only by the rustle of wind through the leaves and the occasional hoot of a distant owl.
Inside their little shelter, the fire crackled steadily.
Jake sat near it, wrapped in a soft cloth blanket, hair still damp from the nearby stream where they’d bathed. His cheeks glowed with residual heat—not from the flames, but from Sunghoon's gaze.
Sunghoon watched him like he’d been starved for years.
He stood quietly behind him, drying his own hair, eyes drinking in every inch of the boy who had once worn silk and gold in the palace halls… and now sat barefoot, in borrowed clothes, looking more beautiful than ever.
Jake looked over his shoulder and smiled softly. “You’re staring.”
Sunghoon stepped closer. “I can’t help it.”
Jake turned, tilting his head. “What do you see?”
Sunghoon crouched behind him, placing his hands gently on Jake’s shoulders. “Everything I never deserved… but still want.”
Jake leaned back into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as Sunghoon’s fingers brushed along his collarbone, slow and reverent. His breath hitched—soft, quiet—but enough.
“Say it again,” Jake whispered.
Sunghoon pressed his lips to Jake’s neck, voice barely above a breath. “I want you.”
The firelight danced against their skin. Shadows shifted. Jake’s hand reached up to cradle Sunghoon’s jaw, pulling him closer. Their mouths met—gentle at first, slow and questioning, like they had all the time in the world.
But it didn’t stay gentle for long.
Their lips moved with more hunger now—pent-up love and longing from years of hiding, years of pretending. Jake climbed into Sunghoon’s lap, straddling him with ease, the blanket slipping down his shoulders as their kisses deepened, as breath tangled and fingers grasped and warmth flooded every part of them.
Jake’s hands slid under Sunghoon’s tunic, exploring the familiar planes of his back, his ribs. Sunghoon groaned into the kiss, fingers threading into Jake’s hair as if anchoring himself.
Jake pulled back slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and soft. “Sunghoon… you’re trembling.”
Sunghoon swallowed, eyes searching his. “I’ve wanted this for so long… I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”
Jake kissed him again—slower this time. “You can… you can do anything. I’m yours.”
Sunghoon’s breath caught.
He stood with Jake still in his arms, carefully laying him on the bed of thick blankets by the fire. The orange light flickered across Jake’s skin, casting golden halos around his shoulders.
Sunghoon hovered over him, brushing hair from his forehead. His thumb traced Jake’s cheekbone, his jaw, his lips.
Jake looked up at him like he hung the stars.
“I want you to be my first… and my last,” Jake said softly.
Sunghoon leaned down, forehead resting against Jake’s.
“You already are.”
Their lips met again, slower now. Softer. Every touch was deliberate. Every sigh, every shiver, every kiss mapped out with purpose.
Sunghoon kissed down his throat, his collarbone, his chest. Jake arched under him, fingers digging into his arms as he whispered his name—over and over again.
And just as hands began to explore more freely, clothing falling away in careful movements, Sunghoon paused. Their foreheads touched once more, breath mingling.
“We don’t have to rush,” he whispered, brushing his nose against Jake’s. “We have time now.”
Jake nodded, his voice small but sure. “Stay with me… all night.”
“I will,” Sunghoon said, kissing him again—slower, longer, deeper.
And so they stayed there, wrapped in warmth, bare skin against bare skin, hearts racing, the firelight catching every smile, every soft moan, every whispered confession that bloomed between kisses.
Outside, the forest held its breath.
And far, far away…
…the King’s soldiers crossed the riverbank.---
I wanted to write smut though but no smuts for this story ;)))

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