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Happy Valentine's Day - caleberu prompt (rewrite)

(how'd i end up with this????)

__ Caleberu/albecale fluff...smut... sighs...enjoy! __

Alberu scribbled furiously. His eyebags were weighing down his face and he hadn't even bothered to change out of his formal clothing. He wore this outfit for a full day yesterday and did his paperwork in it. He hadn't even slept once. He was sweaty, tired, dirty and over all frustrated. 

He felt repulsive in his attire. Honestly, he felt like a mess, not the monarch of his kingdom. Once he finished this last stack of paperwork, he'd take a shower. Then he'd take a well-deserved nap. He sighed, massaging his temples. He glanced over at the calendar and his mood darkened further. 

He was spending Valentines day alone tomorrow. Again. Like he had for the last 29 years of his existence. He sighed. He brought this onto himself. He always said he didn't want to get married, in case his wife couldn't handle the burden of being married to a dark-elf, especially a dark-elf king. Nonetheless, that wasn't how he was planning to spend his one free day a month. He wanted to spend it with the same nuisance that made him a hermit. 

Cale... that bastard. He could have made it a little easier on him every once in a while. Sometimes it felt like that bastard enjoyed putting this much stress on his shoulders. Did he like knowing he was suffering? And it would be weird to invite him over because it's Valentine's day, even if it is to celebrate someone he loved. Alberu grumbled to himself about his annoyance. 

The candle on his desk, a present from that same headache, provided a lovely golden ambiance to his work. The moonlight from outside mingled with the candle and danced around each other romantically. He watched the pale blue light's skirt out of the warm yellow's reach shyly and the warm yellow teasingly do the same. As for a moment, they overlapped when the curtain of his windows allowed so. As the shadows whispered around the light with admiration or disapproval.

The grip he had on his quill weakened as his eyes started to droop. He moved one arm to cushion his head as he tried to focus on the paperwork. Property damage. That was the gift that Alberu received the most from his dongsaeng. He couldn't see the words without visualising Cale. A small smile pushed its way onto his face. 

—-

"Mm?" Alberu murmured a noise of confusion. He felt somebody behind him, carelessly pressing against him. Warm hands made its way underneath his outermost layer. His breath hitched in his throat, too flustered to escape. He tightened his hand over the quill he was just using to write with. 

"Don't worry love." A masculine voice whispered into the crook of his neck. Their breath sent electrifying sparks down his spine. "I'm gentle." 

He felt a head rest on top of his shoulder. The person seemed carefree — or maybe naive even — as their hands tossed his jacket away. They moved to his torso, unbuttoning his vest with a simple attractiveness. As one hand undressed him, the other hand rubbed against the curve of his side. Their front was almost completely pressed up against Alberu's back. The wood of the chair their only obstacle. Alberu bit down on his cheek. The vest had been stripped off too. 

Alberu then gasped quietly. He felt a mouth on his shoulder, despite the white shirt that he still wore. Alberu hid his face with one hand and tried to steady his other hand enough to put his quill in his inkwell. There was a trail of kisses on his shoulders, and he could've sworn the passion burned through his white shirt. His hand shook slightly. 

A gloved hand grasped it, slipping slender fingers between the gaps of Alberu's fingers, and pressed it against his own chest. His cravat was undone by his own hands and tossed it to wherever the rest of his clothes were now residing. The mouth moved up onto the sliver of his exposed neck. He shivered. The mouth was hot against the cool of his neck. He could feel teeth, making out a smile on his neck. 

He glimpsed down at the red hair that tickled against his neck and his face began to burn. His mouth fell slightly agape. 

"Babe..." 

Cale's hand grabbed onto Alberu's face gently, and pushed it towards his own. The allure of the reddening face caused Cale to smirk. Alberu's whole body shifted towards him, his chair screeching. Before Alberu could even begin to ask questions, his opened mouth was occupied. 

Cale's tongue was hot and Alberu scrunched his eyes closed with a muffled noise. He was barely aware of the fact that his shirt was slipping down his shoulders, if it wasn't for the fact that it felt cold. Alberu's hands rested on Cale's chest, feeling the rough commander outfit. 

When Cale pulled away, Alberu took in a sharp and quick intake of air. When he leaned closer to resume, and only felt a palm of a hand, a feeling of being wronged settled in his stomach. It increased ten-fold as Cale laughed at his pout. He watched intently as Cale started to strip himself, slowly and carefully pulling the commander jacket down. A black collar came into display and Alberu's hands itched to pull on it, bring him back towards him desperately. 

Alberu let himself get pulled up and walked to his own bed. His gloved hand was warm, and Alberu's hands were still smudged with ink and textured from papercuts. He sat down and watched as Cale pulled at his own gloves with his teeth. Cale's hands were soft, slightly bony, and pale, pink on his knuckles. 

Alberu fell back on the bed with a shy expression. What was he supposed to do with his hands? He internally debated on a position before Cale gently put them next to his head. Cale's shirt was almost completely unbuttoned and Alberu watched him with a flushed look. Was he supposed to help? He couldn't focus with Cale over him — on top of him!! — and the focused expression on his face. 

"Take off your necklace. I want to be with you tonight." Cale said with a soft smile as he finished undoing his buttons. "You can trust me."

The shirt dropped from his shoulders and Alberu scrambled to magic the necklace away. He felt the cool magic transpire over him and watched as his true form revealed. He looked up at Cale who only leaned closer. 

Hands slipped underneath him, his fingers tracing his spine as Alberu couldn't- 

—-

 As the pauses of which his eyes slowly readjusted to reality grew in length, he noticed that he wasn't in Cale's arms. Panting, sweating and flushed, Alberu sat up quickly.  The candle had completely burnt out, and the morning rays seeped through his window. His eyes shook. The quill he was toying with the night before had rolled off the table. He was still at his desk.

What sort of fucking dream was that? Was he really so lonely he had that dream? He wasn't thinking about him that hard was he? Why did he imagine him toying with him? 

He groaned and pulled his hair back. He was completely embarrassed at his perverted dream. He picked out some clothing and walked into the bathroom. He definitely needed a shower now. A cold shower would be best. 

— it was just a dream lmao —

— did i forget to mention one-sided??? —

MORE????

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Alberu walked out of the shower as the sun was finally shining properly. A bathrobe covered his scrubbed-raw red body. He continued to dry his hair when a cool breeze came from the balcony. Had he left the window open? He went to close it when he noticed the bouquet of flowers on the floor in front of it. There was a note too. It was signed '— From Cale.'