puppy love (alver x og cale)

Part 4

Alberu couldn't say exactly how he expected to wake up.to.

Perhaps something like the morning, with a brazen and shameless Cale making demands while nursing a hangover. Or maybe even waking up with the unpredictable bastard asleep in his arms. Worst of all, waking up alone without any explanation.

Who was to say what was reasonable to expect? They'd hardly made more than the most cursory of plans and they certainly hadn't made any promises.

Really, Alberu ought not to have given in to his drowsiness. It was his own fault that Cale had woken up first, left to his own devices. He just ought to have known better.

Cale wasn't totally sure about anything with regards to the crown prince. But the one thing he was sure about was that the guy was eager for more. Cale knew when he was wanted, and he'd have to have been blind and deaf not to notice the hint of desperation in Alberu's plea to stay.

What was a man to do when he awoke, lethargic and vaguely horny with an admittedly gorgeous partner lying beside him who all but begged for his attention?

Alberu's eyes fluttered open, an involuntary moan peeling its way from his lips. His toes curling up with pleasure and head rolling back as his back arched, pleasure momentarily numbing his brain to everything else.

It was a pretty fucking good way to wake up.

His sleep glazed eyes spotted the source of the sudden onslaught of pleasure and all that did was inspire another pitiful moan. His fingers gripping the fabric of his sheets while Cale's head gently bobbed up and down, mischievous eyes meeting Alberu's. His tongue playfully swirling around Alberu's length and dragging out another helpless mewl of pleasure from the prince.

It was rather satisfying to see Alberu like this, lost in desire and utterly at Cale's mercy. He could certainly get used to the sight of it. He took Alberu in deeper, moaning deep in his throat as Alberu's surprising girth hit the back of his throat and stretched it.

Alberu's questing hand found Cale's hair, clenching onto it desperately in a voiceless plea for more.

Cale smirked to himself, moving without a care for how Alberu squirmed helplessly beneath him. Ah, yes, he could definitely get used to having Alberu at his mercy.

"Cale–" Alberu groaned desperately, rutting mindlessly to get more. Cale carefully held his hips still, bobbing his head slower. Torturously taking Alberu down from the brink that he'd only just brought him up to.

It felt really fucking good.

Cale closed his eyes. He liked the power of having another man's cock in his mouth. Being able to so easily control the heights of their pleasure with the vague threat of teeth always present for bastards who displeased him.

He couldn't say Alberu was at risk of displeasing him though.

His pretty little moans intermixed with his impatient hips and trembling hands all made Cale want to bring him up to the heights of pleasure. Of course, not without having his fun first.

Cale chose the pace, expertly using his tongue to tease Alberu's length as he lost himself in the simple sensation of having something so good in his mouth. Listening to Alberu's voice with ever growing satisfaction.

"Cale–please–ahh–"

Yes. He wanted him to beg. To beg and scream and absolutely lose control.

Alberu's hips tried to thrust again but Cale held them firmly in place, blissful at the dismayed whimper Alberu let out in response. His body wanted to move–to seek out pleasure and to find his release–