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They are in a temporary truce.

Bam will give Khun lots of sweets. <3

khunbam week 2020 - day 3: injury

i call this piece “bam and viole commit their first crime”

those bullies willbe rethinking their life choices forever

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 20, 2022.

Recipient: @megapureawesome (Prompt)

Summary: Khun and Bam celebrate after an intense battle with Jahad.

It was over. Bam could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him like lightning in his veins and it served as proof that this was real. He wast still alive. Jahad had been defeated and he was still alive.

"Bam! Bam!"

He turned around to see Khun speeding over on his lighthouse. He jumped off just in time for his feet to touch the ground for a few steps before his arms were thrown around him in a fierce hug. They stumbled as they spun around, a giddy exchange of laughter and relief as they clung tightly to each other, chasing away the disbelief with the feel of the other's pulse against their body.

Khun cupped his face, not caring for the mess of dirt and blood that streaked his face. "I can't believe it!" He laughed breathlessly. "You did it! You really did it!"

Bam grinned, his heart finally feeling free of the shackle that had bound him to the wretched king. "Yeah," he breathed. "We did."

The edges of Khun's smile quivered, his eyes filling with tears suddenly. "Yeah. We did. And we're both alive..."

Bam leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, nodding as hid fingers tightened around Khun's shirt. "We are," he chocked out, realizing that he too was on the verge of tears.

"Thank goodness," sighed Khun, and he leaned in.

Bam closed his eyes as they finally indulged in something that had silently been hidden away in the face of war lest it weaken their resolve. There was no need to hide anymore. They had eliminated the biggest threat and the rush of invulnerability was exhilarating.

There was no way he could call what he had been doing before living when he didn't know what it felt like to have his breath kissed away by the one reason he was still standing in the first place.

"I love you, Khun." It slipped out Bam's mouth in one of the short instances they had parted to take a breath.

Khun pressed even harder against him, kissing him with all his heart. "Gods, I love you too, Bam." Another kiss. "So damn much." And another. "For so long." And one more. "For too damn long."

Bam chuckled lightly in between the barrage of kisses, trying his best to return every bit of affection.

Their friends and teammates were approaching now but they kept their hands linked, not willing to let go just yet. Usually, Bam would have shied away from getting praised for something he had dreaded doing or saw as unnecessary, but the prideful smile on Khun's face at his side had his heart swelling with joy.

Things were going to be okay.

He had Khun—alive and safe and by his side—and he was going to be okay.

yeah. anyways

Originally posted on Twitter Sep 1, 2022.

Summary: Power bottom Bam (NSFW)

Bam squirmed with little gasps and breathy moans as his fingers dug into the comforter under him. The heat made his skin prickle as the sweat rolled off his skin. The attention he was receiving made him feel dizzyingly, breathlessly, overwhelmingly good—and yet, it was not enough. It was because Khun was going slow. So frustratingly slow.

“More, Khun-ssi,” he whined, grabbing a handful of Khun’s hair and pushing down to make him take more into his mouth. The hand that had been gripping his hip tightened and the fingers inside him curled against his sweet spot.

Bam arched off the bed with a trembling gasp, pleasure surging through him so deliciously. He was twitching in Khun’s mouth, so close to spilling over, but he had been that close for a good while already. It was because Khun, that bastard of a lover, delighted in watching him teeter on the edge until he was an incoherent mess.

Khun pulled off him with a wet pop and Bam sunk into the bed with another whine. He wanted to wipe that Cheshire grin off his face, and you know what? Maybe he will.

Bam grabbed the tie that hung loosely from Khun’s neck and tugged hard. Their mouths clashed together painfully, and it was enough to distract Khun so he could flip him onto his back. Bam sat up so he could look down at him triumphantly from his place over him.

“What are you doing?” Khun asked as Bam’s fingers deftly unlatched his belt and pants, and pulled on the zipper. He lifted his hips to help Bam shove his pants and boxers down enough to get at what he’d been begging for. “Taking what I want since you won’t give it to me.”

Khun lifted his eyebrows, his hands framing Bam’s thighs as he lined himself up. “Oh? And what would that be?”

The smirk was shaken off his face when Bam dropped down, taking his whole length in one movement. Khun cursed under his breath, fingers digging into muscular thighs flexed as they lifted.

“You,” Bam answered in a sigh, keeping his eyes locked on Khun’s as he dropped down again.

Khun gritted his teeth, hissing through his teeth. “Ah—ah, B-Bam, slow down…” But Bam was merciless with his brutal pace, enjoying how he was draining the sanity out of Khun.

“No,” growled Bam. He tangled his fingers in Khun’s hair, enjoying how his eyes fluttered with every tug, how his thighs trembled every time he took him down to the hilt, and how weak his hands were when they tried to push him to slow down.

“I’m not gonna play by your rules tonight,” Bam murmured against his lips. He tugged on Khun’s bottom lip with his teeth, pulling a groan from him, trying to keep him in his palm.

“Are you sure about that?” There was a little mischievous glint in those dark blue eyes before Khun wrapped his arms around Bam’s waist and pulled him close enough to restrict the movement.

Bam wasn’t deterred though, and he kept rocking his hips, grinding down and taking advantage of the lack of space between them to chase more friction.

“Fuck, you’re relentless,” panted Khun.

“Don’t tease me so much next time,” pushed back Bam.

It didn’t take much more until Bam was moaning into his neck, spilling between them, trembling as nails dug into the flesh of his ass to keep him bouncing a couple more times until Khun was grunting in his ear, filling him to the brim.

They fell back onto the bed, still wrapped in each other’s arms, slowly catching their breaths while enjoying each other’s closeness.

“Mmm, sorry,” mumbled Khun, his fingers drawing lazy circles on Bam’s back.

“S’okay, I still love you.” Bam slipped off to the side, scrunching up his nose at the slick sliding out of him, but too tired to get up.

Khun’s chest shook as he chuckled, his hand stilling on Bam’s hair. “I would hope you still did. I love you too.”

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Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jun 16, 2023.

Recipient: @BrunaNeptune (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam strawberry picking date

They each had little baskets, and Khun was very strategically picking his strawberries. They had to be just ripe enough to not spoil quickly, a good enough size to be eaten in one bite so there’s no mess, and free of any holes that might have bugs hidden in them. He shuddered at the mere thought as he placed a perfect strawberry in his basket.

“Hey, Bam?” He looked around but he was no where in sight—he nearly screamed when Bam came up behind him, holding something out with both hands.

“Khun-sii, look! It’s so big!” Khun gawked at the strawberry that looked just a bit smaller than his fist. An absolute unit, one might say.

“That’s ridiculously big. I don’t know how you can bite into that.”

Bam’s eyes went wide. “Why do you want to eat it? It’s meant to be treasured!”

Khun chuckled as he pat Bam’s head. He loved this fool so much.

“At the end of the day, it’s a strawberry, Bam. You either eat it or it goes bad.”

Bam frowned. “Is there no way to save it? Oh, what if I freeze it!?”

Khun shook his head. “No way. I’m not keeping that thing in the freezer to take up space for years.”

Bam sighed and placed it in his basket. He had a collection of very oddly shaped strawberries. “Okay… I’ll eat it.”

Khun set his basket down and pulled Bam into a hug. Bam buried his face in his shoulder and hummed happily. “I’m sorry, Bam. But I bet it’ll taste amazing.” He felt Bam nod against his shoulder.

“C’mon. Let’s hurry up so we can stop by the grocery store and get some whipped cream.”

Bam let out a happy gasp as he broke free. “Yes! That sounds amazing!”

Khun picked up his basket as Bam went back to inspecting the vines for the best strawberries.

This silly man was the love of his life.

He shook his head and went back to picking a few more strawberries to fill his basket so he could hurry back home with him.