NSFW trash bc I'm Trash by: Thursdays

Part 14: Tally marks

Summary:

Alver is annoyed with Cale, so he plays a little punishment game for stress relief.

Notes:

Beta'ed by Neve. Thank you for your help! 💛❤️

Cale's soft body was adorned with kisses and bites, blooming pink and red against the pale skin. His legs trembled uselessly, but what could he do? His hands were tied above his head to the bedpost.

"H...how many more?" Cale asked, tears pooling in his eyes.

Alver smirked, pressing his hands down to hold Cale's legs still. He used a fountain pen to mark another fine line inside Cale's inner thigh. Cale's tired dick twitched again at the contact.

Five tally marks in black ink, running a little as the earlier lines were covered in cum.

"Just two more, darling," said Alver.

He placed the pen aside to lavish more attention onto his lover.

—earlier—

Cale could tell that Alver was grumpy the moment Cale entered the room. It was clear in the slight furrow of his handsome brow, the downturn to his lips.

Also, Cale may or may not have caused a huge mess in the palace yesterday. Alver had more than enough reasons to be upset.

Alver didn't look up when Cale came in, staring only at his documents.

"Cale," greeted Alver. The word was short and crisp.

"Your Highness."

Cale stood still for a moment, exchanging an awkward glance with Alver's aide. Finally, Alver sighed and looked up, waving his hand for Cale to step closer.

"Did you have to do it?" Alver asked. "I've gotten so many headaches because of you yesterday."

Yesterday, Cale had revealed two unsanctified foreign agents in the palace, unraveled a conspiracy that had been decades in the making, and crashed the painting session of the youngest prince as well as a tea party attended by ladies from high nobility while half-naked. Alver had stayed up all night to deal with the repercussions, only taking short naps here and there.

It was good that the conspiracy was revealed, and that the kingdom was safe once more, but... couldn't Cale have done it in a less flashy manner?

Cale strode to Alver's side, veering around the large oak desk. Alver's aide stepped back to give them room.

"I think you need some sleep, hyung," said Cale, smoothing Alver's forehead with his thumb.

"Sleep isn't the answer to everything," Alver replied. He was too on edge, jittery and annoyed.

Cale hummed. "Then, some stress relief?"

His fingers traveled from Alver's forehead to caress his sensitive ears, tucking behind a stray strand of hair.

That brat.

Alver caught Cale's wrist. "Are you offering yourself to me?" he said, his voice low and serious.

Cale met Alver's eyes and smiled. "Let me be good to you."

Alver looked behind Cale and jerked his head at his aide in a silent order to leave. The blushing aide clutched his notebooks to his chest and made himself scarce.

The door closed behind the aide with a thump, and only the two of them remained in the office. They could overhear the aide speaking to the guards outside Alver's door.