puppy love (alver x og cale)

Part 6

He should probably go home soon.

He clawed red hot lines into the crown prince's back, arching with pleasure as the perfect satisfaction stretched on and on.

He'd sent word home a few days ago. Let everyone know that he was fine, in his own gruff way, and that no one needed to concern themselves with his whereabouts.

Alberu's teeth dug possessively into the base of his neck, nearly breaking skin as he left yet another burning mark along Cale's pale skin.

He knew he ought to go home eventually. He couldn't actually spend the rest of his life indulging himself in the crown prince's bedroom. It was just that he was waiting for Alberu to kick him out. The stupid bastard was bound to grow tired of Cale any day now. He was just waiting for his royal highness to dismiss him as any loyal subject ought to.

"Fuck–Alberu–" Cale's hoarse voice came out in a begging whine, desirous and pleading for more. Alberu responded enthusiastically.

The longer this stretched on, the more he wondered about just when his royal highness would discard him. He ought to go home, cut this off before his racing feelings became untenable, but he couldn't deny how much he was enjoying this.

"Cale–" Alberu's deep voice, barren of any composure and full of every insatiable desire he had for Cale. Their bodies entangled in yet another passionate embrace. Stealinghis ability to think, to breathe, only luxuriating in mutually depraved desires.

He could go home any time if he wanted to. He absolutely wasn't falling quickly and irresistibly for Alberu. He only lingered because he didn't want to go quite yet. Sure, he definitely had some feelings for the crown prince but he wasn't enough of a fool to let himself fall to those feelings.

The warm spike of sensual pleasure caused his entire body to tremble as they fell into each other, Alberu kissing him tenderly in post coital bliss. Cale was getting used to being held after sex, kissed, and spoiled. It was still a bit outside the ordinary for him but he'd come to expect the way Alberu held him close, hands tracing along his body in search of sore spots so that he might treat it and make it better.

Alberu pulled away from the kiss, smiling at Cale like he was the happiest man alive and hugging the worthless lout to his chest like he was a precious treasure.

Cale allowed his turbulent emotions to settle down into the peace of the moment. He didn't need to think or prepare to leave, he could just rest inside of Alberu's arms and let the world fall away.

Had he ever felt so relaxed before?

He never felt fully comfortable at home or anywhere else. He'd never really felt like there was a place he truly belonged.

Alberu's arms were addictive.

The prince kissed his forehead gently. "What are you thinking about...?"

Cale squirmed, turning around in his arms to face away from him. It was a normal signal that he was getting ready to fall asleep. "Nothing in particular."

Alberu held him close and the simple act was enough to get Cale's heart racing. "You're worried about something."

'When are you going to grow bored of me?' Cale bit down on those words. He instinctively felt that questioning their current situation would only lead to a swift end.

Maybe he should fuck Alberu again? That normally distracted the crown prince from inconvenient inquisitions.

Strangely Cale didn't really feel like having sex again. It wasn't that the thought had no appeal, but the idea of resting next to and talking to Alberu held such a stronger appeal.