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(Revised Chapter ⚠️ Major changes)
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Jingle jingle clank. Haha...
Seungkwan slammed his door shut, the sound loud enough that whatever Vernon chose to end that statement with had been completely snuffed out and for good reasons.
With heavy and evident frustration, Seungkwan sighed and rested against the door. His body now settled with a heat a tad too familiar.
He almost completely forgot about his guest laying in the bed across the room from him. Not that it mattered too much, it seemed the Mage prince was far too enraptured by his literature to catch Seungkwan's falter.
With a better glance, Seungkwan noticed his change in attire. A red velvet robe was wrapped around him as he laid back with his legs crossed lax. He must have taken a quick rinse while Seungkwan was outside settling his affair. Such a prim and proper man he was.
Though he did still wonder whether their conversation had been overheard or not.
"Your choice in literature is questionable," Mingyu commented as he snap closed the novel and placed it back on the desk beside him, "similar to your disastrous garden."
"What's wrong with my garden?" Seungkwan snapped back and slowly removed himself from the door.
"Oh please," Mingyu waved his hand, as though it was obvious.
He turned his attention towards the boy that was fidgeting in his spot and chuckled playfully pulling at the strings of his robe, "No need to act shy now, after all, it is just us."
"I am severely aware," Seungkwan swallowed. He glanced over at the bathroom with an awkward smile, "Shall I ready myself?"
"Oh, not so prepared as we thought," Mingyu snickered and tied his robe again before grabbing the novel he had just disrespected. "Go on ahead. I'll have you know I like my meat clean and fresh."
Without the need for a witty reply, Seungkwan scurried off into the bathroom and shut the door behind him in a heated rush.
Fuck. Shit, shit fuck! Seungkwan had begun to curse in his head. It might not have translated as such but he was immensely excited. So much so, that he knew he wouldn't last more than a few seconds with the thoughts of Vernon running laps around his brain.
He needed to relieve himself at least once before he slept with Mingyu so that his release wouldn't be so quick. He had already proven himself to be quite easy the other morning, another show of that he might be labelled as the man who could only last a second.
Quickly he ran to his tub and turned it on to fill with hot water. But as he watched the water flow from the tap and the steam start to rise from the bubbling tub, his stomach began to stir.
