puppy love (alver x og cale)

Part 8

The pliant body beneath him moved along with his every kiss and touch. Alver smiled against Cale's skin, delicately placing a kiss on Cale's collar bone while his fingers caressed his sides. The delightful sound of Cale's voice as he prompted Alver onwards.

He loved this.

The freedom to touch Cale anywhere he wanted and to feel Cale lean into his touch, call his name, and touch him back. Eyes lidded with lust and what could be mistaken for affection as succumbed to the touch and feel of his lover.

Lovers.

Alver trailed kisses to Cale's nipple, swirling his tongue around the pert bud and earning a gasping moan from his lover.

Cale was his lover.

Perhaps there was no love there, at least from Cale's side, but what other way could possibly be used to describe their relationship?

The Count's two week visit to the capital was halfway over and Cale had spent the majority of it tossing around in bed with Alver.

Alver's fingers moved deftly towards Cale's throbbing cock, gently massaging the tip while he took his time worshiping every inch of Cale's body.

It was difficult. Biting his tongue on declarations of love when Cale was moaning and squirming beneath him. Cursing at him to be rough with an embarrassed flush to his face.

Perhaps Alver was a tiny bit sadistic. He liked seeing his beloved partner so disheveled and begging for more. He also wanted so badly to feel all of Cale. To kiss every inch of him and make him moan with pleasure beyond pleasure.

Alver trailed kisses down to Cale's hard cock, precum dripping and licked it seductively, Cale gripping the prince's hair in frustration as Alver took his time tasting Cale's girth.

He couldn't decide whether to fuck or to be fucked. Alver didn't care either way, so long as he was with Cale, but he wanted to know which would bring Cale more pleasure in the moment.

The more time he spent having sex with Cale, the more he realized that one of his own kinks was pleasuring his partner. The look on Cale's face while he was completely lost to the world and dazed with white hot pleasure was irresistible.

Alver kissed Cale's cock once more and elicited a pleading whimper before him mercifully hallowed his cheeks and gave Cale the pleasure he'd been keening for so delightfully.

Cale could be surprisingly submissive in bed. Despite his ability to push Alver down and take what he wanted without an ounce of shame, in the moments like these when Alver took his time to shower Cale's body in love, Cale was shockingly meek.

It was cute.

A face that only Alver got to see.

Cale rutted desperately in Alver's mouth, his hips moving seemingly without consent from his thoughts and his hands gripping onto Alver's blond locks with painful intensity.

That hurt.

Alver tried to forget the pain as he brought Cale to his climax, fingers skillfully pressing inside of Cale's hole while Cale was still riding the wave of his orgasm.

Not having his hair pulled. Alver didn't care about that and frankly he found it cute when Cale lost composure like that.

It hurt to think that blond might be the only option between them.

Alver tried not to think about it. Especially not while Cale was riding his fingers and Alver was leaving hickeys along his inner thighs.

For all that he loved being able to be with Cale like this, didn't it mean he could never be with Cale like that again?