puppy love (alver x og cale)

Part 5

Cale felt thoroughly pampered.

Which was saying a lot, he'd been born into the lap of luxury and there was very little that anyone in the world could offer that the Henituse family didn't have more and better of. They weren't a family who chose to live in any discomfort and Cale had certainly indulged in all of the comfort that money could offer.

That was probably why his current comfort was so impossible to deny.

Alberu had the lout positioned neatly in his lap, arms wrapped around his waist and his chin resting comfortably against Cale's shoulder, mindlessly leaving little kisses there while he perused the documents that apparently couldn't wait until later.

Normally Cale would be quite offended that anyone would choose to literally work while holding him, but there was an affectionate way that Alberu clung to him that made it abundantly clear that he would make all the time in the world to spoil Cale.

It was a bit unnerving and exciting all at once.

Cale didn't bother to look over the documents. He really didn't have any interest in knowing what couldn't wait. Instead he was lazily napping in Alberu's lap, enjoying every little kiss and the way Alberu's hands mindlessly explored his body. As though Alberu wanted to memorize every inch of him and would take his time to do just that, as soon as he had the presence of mind to do so. For now, his fingers gently massaged and caressed Cale as a sort of prelude to fun to come.

It felt heavenly.

Alberu's chuckle reverberated against him and his smooth voice could be heard just by Cale's ear. "Are you still sleepy?" He kissed Cale's jawline and the action was so sweetly affectionate that Cale thought his heart would stop.

That was about the only discomfort that Cale could think up.

His heart palpitations had been getting progressively worse as time passed. It didn't feel bad, it actually felt quite nice, but Cale was quite unused to feeling his heart run renegade like this and for no apparent reason. He ought to be worried about it, perhaps a leftover symptom of excessive alcohol consumption, but Cale figured that even if all his organs gave out there wasn't much he'd be able to do about it anyway so why worry?

What worried him was how strange the crown prince was.

Why was it that Alberu was so affectionate towards him?

Yes, he was a good fuck. Cale knew what he had to offer very well. But even if he was the best fuck there ever was, why the hell would Alberu spend so much time pampering him?

And beside that matter, why make time to remain in bed with him when Alberu clearly had business to attend to, as could be attested to by the many documents he continued to pour over?

Was it manners? Or was Alberu just a naturally clingy person?

Did Alberu want something from him?

Cale wasn't above taking advantage of the crown prince's good intentions, allowing him to spoil Cale with no intention whatsoever of giving him anything in return, but it was unnerving to not know what he would even be denying the prince.

Alberu was aware that Cale had less than no control over the Henituse territory, right? It couldn't be a political matter, could it?

Personal then? Did he think that spoiling Cale would leave a good impression on the Count? Or did he want something else?

Honestly those spiraling thoughts just gave Cale a headache so he gave up thinking about them.

They just worried him faintly as he indulged himself in Alberu's unfettered tenderness.