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𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝.
𝙷𝚒.
𝚃𝚆: 𝚞𝚑- 𝚒𝚍𝚔 🤷‍♂️

►𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚗◀

"What the fuck you mean by that?" Mave asked with a low grunt of annoyance as he was sat on the bed, right besides Karl. "You idiot hurt my back" Karl said, pouting like a sad puppy as he looked back at Mave "You were the one who wanted it rough. I already told you that I don't want to hear complains in the morning." Mave replied to that, sighing, as he shifted to grab his clothes off the floor and get dresses up, Karl only huffing annoyed as his sharp nails dug into the material of the blanket when he felt another sting of pain in his back, a clear reminder of what happened the night prior.

"Do I need to carry you?" Mave spoke up as he was halfway done with getting dressed up, looking from his unbucklet belt to Karl, as he chuckled lowly at the werewolf's clear annoyance. Hearing Mave's words, Karl pouted even more than before while huffing "even though I don't want to admit it, I will need help. My back is killing me, as well as I can really feel my legs..." Karl replied, a little embarrassed that he even had to ask.

Mave chuckled lowly again, moving as he got himself fully clothed, the hickeys on his neck still a little visible as a sign from the fun he and Karl had last night. "Does my pretty boy need some help easing the pain?" Mave said, raising an eyebrow, as he had a rather amused smirk on his face. Karl on the other hand wasn't as amused, yet got flustered at the fact that he got called a 'pretty boy', oh how much such things got to him "aww- I got my pretty boy flustered?" Mave said as he saw Karl's red face to which Karl grunted in annoyance, slowly standing up to grab the clothes off the floor. But before he could bend down to get the clothes, Mave was already in front of Karl's sitting body, pulling his boxers and pants up gently, as if dressing up a doll, his hands moving swiftly and carefully, knowing that Karl's body was still pretty sensitive from last night.

"Y'know. For someone who acts all cold and distant, you are pretty gentle." Karl spoke up as he watched Mave carefully dress him up, taking his time with each piece of clothing in part, just like at a porcelain doll. "I wouldn't want you to be in even more pain than before, do I?" Mave replied, now finishing up with getting Karl fully clothed as he then picked him up, holding him carefully in his arms. A light hiss came from Karl as he was picked up, but then the pain went away.

"Hm- I wonder what might happen if we do it again." Mave said with an amused smirk on his face as he walked out of the room, still holding Karl in his arms, "just imagine, my hands all over you, making you feel so much pleasure, oho, or when you whimper and moan out my name. You are always soo cute when you do that" Mave continued, knowing fully well what an effect his words might have on Karl. "Shut up" Karl said, huffing "it's not as if you don't make noises too. Weren't you the one making the noises most of the time?" Karl spoke, using the chance to tease Mave at the fullest, as he smirked back while he crossed his arms over his chest "oh? What? Would you prefer dirty talk over act?" Mave said, raising an eyebrow, as he chuckled and glanced at Karl while he kept walking, now moving down the stairs and towards the kitchen. "I don't know. Do I?" Karl replied, snickering, while Mave chuckled again.

"I have a feeling you live it when I talk dirty. When I tell you about everything I wanna do to you. How I wanna make you-" Mave started, but he was soon cut off by Karl "shut up! I wanna eat! No more dirty things." Karl said as he huffed, clearly trying to hide his red cheeks. Mave chuckled lowly as he then placed Karl on a chair in the kitchen once they got inside it. "But still, you are really sure about the no dirty talk, love?" Mave couldn't help but tease Karl a bit more as he chuckled.

"I am very sure, dirty bastard" Karl replied, shifting in his seat, patiently waiting for Mave to make the breakfast. "I swear, you're so easy to fluster." Mave said as he prepared the breakfast for the two of them, Karl huffed at that before he answered "oh shut up. I am not that easily flustered. I bet you're using your spells on me again." As he said that, the smell of sandwiches instantly hit Karl's nostrils, making his stomach growl lowly, showing just how hungry he was "what are you making?" Karl asked as he watched Mave make the breakfast "some eggs and sandwiches" Mave spoke back, putting afterwards a plate with sandwiches on the table right in front of Karl. "Mmh- I live the sandwiches you make" Karl said, biting out of one of the sandwiches. "Glad on that" Mave said as he took the boiled eggs and put them on a plate before he sat down too.

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