Dada woke slowly.
At first, he didn't know where he was.
The ceiling above him was unfamiliar—rough wooden beams crossing each other, a faint crack running along one corner. The air smelled of dried herbs, warm bread, and old timber.
Not a palace.
Not the road.
An inn.
His eyes blinked against the soft morning light slipping through a small window. For a moment his vision felt heavy, like waking from a long dream.
Then the pain came.
A dull ache throbbed through his shoulder, spreading slowly across his chest. He sucked in a quiet breath and shifted slightly, immediately regretting it.
"Ah…"
He closed his eyes again and lay still.
The events of the road slowly returned to him.
The gun.
The shot.
Idowu's face.
Dada exhaled softly.
So he was alive.
He lay there for several minutes, listening to the quiet creaking of the inn and the distant sounds of people moving downstairs.
Footsteps.
Muffled voices.
A door opening somewhere in the hallway.
Then the door to his room pushed open.
Dada didn't turn his head.
He already knew who it was.
Idowu stepped inside, carrying a small bowl and a cloth. His steps stopped the moment he noticed Dada's eyes were open.
For a second he simply stared.
Then the bowl nearly slipped from his hands.
"You're awake."
His voice was barely steady.
He quickly set the bowl down on the small table beside the bed and hurried over.
"You're actually awake."
Dada turned his head slowly to look at him.
Idowu looked terrible.
His hair was messy, his clothes wrinkled, and there were dark shadows under his eyes like he hadn't slept properly in days.
Dada raised an eyebrow faintly.
"You look worse than I do."
Idowu let out a shaky laugh.
"You almost died."
Dada shrugged slightly and immediately winced.
"Still here."
Idowu sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him like he was trying to confirm he was real.
"You've been unconscious for two days," he said quietly.
"Two?"
"Yes."
Dada looked up at the ceiling again.
"Well… that explains the headache."
Idowu didn't laugh this time.
His hand moved slowly toward Dada's arm but stopped halfway, as if afraid to touch him too hard.
"You scared me."
The words came out softer.
Honest.
Dada turned his head back toward him.
"You shot me."
Idowu groaned and covered his face with one hand.
"Don't remind me."
Dada watched him quietly for a moment.
Then he asked,
"Why did you leave the court?"
Idowu lowered his hand.
"What?"
"The throne," Dada said calmly.
"You've wanted it for years."
His eyes stayed steady.
"And yet you left everything just to drag me to an inn."
Idowu stared at him.
Then he gave a quiet laugh.
"You're unbelievable."
Dada frowned slightly.
"What?"
"You jumped in front of a bullet for me, to stop me." Idowu said, leaning closer.
"You almost died."
His voice lowered.
"And you're asking why I left the throne?"
Dada held his gaze.
"That was your dream."
Idowu shook his head slowly.
"You're my reality."
The room went quiet.
Dada blinked slightly.
Idowu continued, his voice softer now.
"What would I do with a throne if you weren't there?"
Dada didn't answer immediately.
Instead he studied Idowu's face.
The exhaustion.
The fear that hadn't fully faded.
Then he sighed quietly.
"You're an idiot."
Idowu smiled faintly.
"Probably."
Dada shifted slightly on the bed.
"That throne would have suited you."
Idowu leaned closer.
"Maybe."
His hand gently brushed Dada's hair away from his forehead.
"But you suit me better."
Before Dada could respond, Idowu leaned down and kissed him.
The kiss was sudden.
Desperate.
Like something that had been held back for too long.
Dada froze for a second before kissing him back.
Idowu's hand moved carefully to cradle the side of his face, his touch warm and slightly trembling.
When they pulled apart, Idowu's forehead rested against his.
"I really thought I lost you."
Dada smirked faintly.
"You'll have to try harder than that."
Idowu laughed softly under his breath.
Then he kissed him again.
Slower this time.
The tension between them shifted into something warmer.
Idowu's hand slid down carefully along Dada's side, mindful of the injured shoulder.
"You're hurt," he murmured.
"I noticed."
Idowu hesitated slightly.
"We don't have to—"
Dada pulled him back by the collar of his shirt.
"If you stop now," he muttered, "I might actually be offended."
Idowu blinked.
Then a slow grin spread across his face.
"You're impossible."
Dada smirked.
"You like impossible."
Idowu kissed him again, deeper this time.
Carefully he shifted onto the bed beside him, making sure not to put pressure on the wounded shoulder.
His movements were slow, deliberate, every touch checking for pain.
Dada's fingers tangled into the back of his shirt.
The room grew warmer as the moments stretched.
Clothes loosened.
Breaths deepened.
Every kiss carried relief—the kind that came after believing you had lost someone forever.
Idowu paused more than once, his hand brushing Dada's shoulder carefully.
"Tell me if it hurts."
"It already hurts," Dada murmured.
"That doesn't mean stop."
Idowu chuckled softly against his neck.
"You're terrible."
"And you love me."
"Unfortunately."
With that, he got atop Dada. Dada let out a bit of shaky breath.
" Sorry, I'm in charge today big man." Idowu smirked.
" Can't complain love." Dada smiled.
Idowu positioned himself well on top him. He held Dada's little man and slowly sat on it.
He shut his eyes as he let out some groans. Dada used his other hand to hold Idowu's butt cheek.
Idowu went in slowly, gradually, untill all of dada was inside him.
Warm, hot, tight.
" Uhmm" Dada moaned.
Idowu supported himself as he held on to Dada's sides.
In
Out
In, out
Moans, faster.
Dada hands seearched for his di*k and found it.
" Arh!" Idowu loved the touch of his hands on him.
Dada hands moved up and down Idowu's di'k and it made his body vibrate.
" Arrhh..Da... Uhhn.. argg, fas...faster.."
Dada grinned and did as he was told. Idowu body responded by moving its hole in and out of Dada's Di'k.
" Fu..fuck!" Dada blurted out as Idowu's hold tightened around his little man.
" Argg...arrgh..lo.. I love this. .uhmm .... Ah Dada."
Faster
Faster
The two served the other well. Dada hands moving furiously and Idowu going as deep as his ass could take.
Soon Idowu and Dada felt something hot down there.
" Arrhhg ..I think I'm going to.."
" F..f.uuck"
The two men released together and it couldn't feel more perfect.
Idowu flopped beside Dada, making sure he didn't hit his injured hand.
It was then he realized how feeble his legs have gotten.
" Ah my legs." He whined.
" Some fine waist you've got there though." Dada smirked and pecked him.
Their laughter faded into another kiss.
The lantern on the small table flickered softly as the afternoon light shifted across the room.
Outside the inn, the world continued as usual.
Travelers passed by.
Merchants shouted.
Life moved on.
But inside the quiet room, none of that mattered.
The throne.
The court.
The empire.
All of it felt far away.
Because in that moment there was only warmth, breath, and the quiet certainty that neither of them had lost the other.
And this time—
they weren't letting go.