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In a rare moment on his own, instead of safely practicing magic away from people, Kim Dokja frustratedly kicks a pebble across the lake, not really expecting it to flawlessly skid like what the perfect Prince Yoo Joonghyuk can do, and gets more irritated at how it quickly sank down.
“Why are you acting like a sore loser? That asshole is right this time.”
“Lady Han, please let’s go on our way. Kim Dokja probably needs time for himself right now.”
Clearly not alone anymore, Kim Dokja half-assedly bows to Lady Han Sooyoung and her maidservant, Yoo Sangah. “Greetings,” he states flatly before walking away, not in the mood to hear whatever Han Sooyoung will spout at this moment.
“See that, Sangah? Eventually, couples tend to mirror each other. Him and Joonghyuk will be the kings of grouchiness in this kingdom.”
A sigh, “Lady Han, please refrain before anyone else hears you.”
He walks on, ignoring both of them. He thinks he got a good distance away until he hears an audible shout.
“You idiot! You were clearly wrong this time, I’m telling you–Ack!
“Lady Sooyoung!”
If a root inconspicuously shifts to make Han Sooyoung trip on her feet, Kim Dokja is now far enough to not hear her complain about where it came from.
His feet automatically takes him back to the castle as his routine of assisting Yoo Joonghyuk with his bath is at this hour. But knowing how that perfectionist prince will be holed up on the training grounds whenever he’s angry, Kim Dokja will use the luxurious bath essentials for himself instead.
Somehow his mood improves as he remembers that Court Physician Lee Seolhwa recently concocted a scented balm that is nourishing for the skin. Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't know which new jar of fragrance is added on his shelves.
Shouldn’t a mere manservant graciously help himself to the warm bath, soap and various fragrances as a thank you for once again saving Prince Yoo Joonghyuk from imminent danger?
Ungrateful bastard.
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What jolts him awake is hearing a strong splash of water and a bursting feeling that takes his breath away. With an arched back and vision still unclear, his mouth forms an ‘o’ letting small whimpers come out as he helplessly as the toe curling sensation overrides his body.
Regaining some of his senses despite the ongoing mind-blank, he is aware that he is lying skin to skin on a large solid body entrapping him from behind, with moving lips against his neck. He blinks open to turn to the active assailant yet this gesture doesn't stop the shamelessness.
Yoo Joonghyuk merely adjusts his head to now suck on Kim Dokja’s lips instead which parted to protest, not an entrance for a tongue. He aims to push him away yet a slight movement causes the mind-blank sensation to shoot up, making him whimper against the prince’s lips and his limbs grow weak.
He quickly realizes what caused those sensations when Yoo Joonghyuk started to move in a set pace, the bath water with thrashing waves, and his ass, now clear to him, getting penetrated mercilessly with no warnings.
Time dilates and only helpless mouthed moans come out of him until another climax knocks him back unconscious once more.
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“Wake up, Kim Dokja!”
This time, he jolts awake to a familiar, angry shout. He sits up to see Prince Yoo Joonghyuk in his natural form, standing at the edge of the bed and glaring at him with his arms crossed.
Kim Dokja was quick to notice a difference this time as he observes out loud, “Did you just finish your bath?”
“Without your help.”
Trying to reconstruct memories as he retorts in defence, “But I already prepared everything for you! And you were taking too long! Not my fault I got tired waiting and somehow ended up on your much more comfortable mattress.”
When he tries to crawl out of his highness’ bed before he gets locked up for insulting a royal, a sharp pain on his lower back incapacitates him. And his weak limbs failing to support and leaving him to curl on himself. With his hand to assess his back, he groans on how sore it is, “What the….this pain wasn’t here before.”
A quick check on the prince to make sure he’s not going to throw him off his bed, a slight curl on the corner of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lip appears.
That’s practically an arrogant smirk. Which is close enough to a smile at this point.
Eyes widening at the revelation, Kim Dokja fails to do anything else as Yoo Joonghyuk crawls up on the bed like he was just invited. Granted, it is his bed, but shouldn’t he tell Kim Dokja to screw off as a dismissal to head back to his servant quarters?
Further confusing him when a strong arm effortlessly pulls his whole weight against a firm chest, comparing it to a familiar dream he just had, Kim Dokja mindlessly obeys when Yoo Joonghyuk orders him with his breath fanning his ear.
“Dokja, snuff out the candles but leave the fireplace with enough warmth and not burn out.”
With a suddenly dimmed room, a firm hand covers half of his face and all his vision.
“Sleep, Kim Dokja.”
Unfortunately the next day, he wouldn’t remember how Prince Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t say anything about his magic revealed.