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According to the love stories that Alberu read, falling in love is an intense feeling. It usually includes feeling nervous around the person you love, being hyper aware of everything they do, rapid heartbeat whenever they are near, and just generally, admiring them.
Well, there was some truth to those symptoms but the prince was never one to believe such superficial opinions. Sure, he felt nervous around Cale but that was because the redhead had the tendency to cause even more trouble and learn secrets that would lead him to said trouble. Being conscious of Cale was something that comes with knowing him, just being perspective of the things he does can help with Cale’s self-sacrificing propensity. The rapid beating of his heart? Alberu just chalked it up as nervousness. Admiring Cale. It was a rather normal thing to do, and his actions -for the greater good- have led many people to respect the hero.
But even after reasoning with himself that his feelings were platonic, he couldn’t shake off the inkling that there was something he was forgetting.
Falling in love can vary from person to person. It may be overwhelming, something similar to ‘I want to spend my eternity with him’ or a quiet realisation, like an ‘oh… I like him’ type of thing.
Alberu was someone that was never really interested in the idea of romantic love. Eros . He had given up the thought of getting married once he found out about his true heritage when he was young. He thought that because of his quarter dark elf origin, he could never find someone who would love his true self.
However, that all changed when he met Cale.
Cale was someone who barged into his life, uninvited and demanded that he should be strong so that Rowoon could be strong as well. Cale unveiled his secrets and showed him what it was like to be safe. He was someone that defies logic in any shape or form. Someone who was open-minded and indiscriminative towards those of a different race.
He was the person Alberu wishes to be with.
So love, for Alberu, was not something overwhelming or quiet. It was a gradual build-up of emotions over the course of their time together. For him, it was a clash of emotions that made him overthink his actions. Like, say, casually hugging the object of his affection made him think that ‘if I were to do this, would my feelings be obvious?’ Simple actions like those made Alberu go on an overdrive and leave him with a red face and an even stronger infatuation with the man.
It started out as innocent thoughts but the more he went through romance novels, the more his thoughts would go in a more inappropriate direction. It did not help that there were times wherein the two were alone together, which happened more often these days.
But being alone with Cale and discussing their plans together in his bedroom made his mind wander off to bending him over his desk and fucking him roughly until the young hero was a debauched mess, sobbing throughout their intimate session with nothing but Alberu’s name coming out of his mouth and the occasional whorish moans that would make the prince want to go for a few more rounds. Or making soft love on the bed as two people who treasure each other and want to prolong their time together, leaving both men well-loved and happy as they cuddle after. Such dangerous thoughts would lead him to kick out the commander for him not to see Alberu’s rising problem and, potentially, his loss of self-control that would lead to either of his fantasies coming true.
As time goes on, his feelings would continue to develop into thoughts about marrying a certain redhead; wanting to live life with the person that causes him headaches every visit.
He had kept this secret for as long as he could but an ordinary visit made him reveal the skeleton in his closet to the person he loves.
It was a normal day of Cale teleporting into his bedroom without any warning, as usual, and takes a seat on his couch. Alberu was at his desk working through papers about the different problems in the kingdom and writing solutions for each problem.
Alberu didn’t bother raising his head up as the magic circle lit up and filled the room with a soft glow until it died down. That is until his sworn brother opened his mouth, “The shining sun of the Rowoon kingdom, your mere presence graces me with such glee as this lowly noble is too impatient to see you in your most gallant form. Even the sun cannot compare to how you, alone, can light up this whole kingdom. Your-”
“Enough.” Alberu interrupts Cale’s speech. “Just tell me what you’re here for.” Alberu sighs, already feeling his headache appearing.
“Right, I’m here to discuss some issues with Viscount George…” Cale’s voice gets drowned in the background as Alberu zones out from their discussion, only focusing on how those pink lips move; seemingly soft due to the care of his butler, Ron. Alberu thinks about how pretty it would look like, wrapped around his cock.
He realizes what he thought about and quickly shakes it out of his head, making Cale pause and look at Alberu as if he has lost his mind. Making a motion for his uninvited guest to continue talking, the disguised dark elf tries to focus but was, again, distracted by the beauty of Cale’s pale face, making his thoughts wander to dangerous territories.
Teary reddish-brown eyes looked at him as Alberu continued to choke him on his well endowed member. ‘He’s pretty like this’, Alberu thought. The sight of the pretty man made him want to go rougher.
Feeling a slight tap on his thigh, he immediately pulled Cale off his length for air. The visual of the redhead taking deep breaths, as though he was unable to breathe while sucking on Alberu’s ass destroyer, made him want to ruin his sworn brother even further.
Once the young man finally calmed his breathing, Alberu kissed Cale; immediately taking off his restraints and coaxing the young noble into a sensual dance with his tongue. The kiss was rough, both men conveying their longing and affection through one kiss, drool slipping past their lips and sliding down Cale’s jaw. Possessively tightening his hands on Cale’s slim waist, the quarter dark elf tried to soften their rough pace only but the greed of wanting to make the man his overturned his intention to tone down the roughness.
The ravenous actions of the prince made Cale moan into his mouth as the fire boiling in his stomach continued to grow as their makeout prolonged. Their hips meeting as Cale grided his cock into Alberu’s. Digging his nails onto the prince’s broad shoulder, he tried to tell Alberu that he was running out of air but the pain made Alberu rougher.
Feeling lightheaded from the lack of air, Cale gathered his remaining strength and forcefully pulled the prince away by his hair. “I need to breathe.” Cale panted as his partner seemed fine, if not, a bit dishevelled. His hair was messy from the pulling and there were thin scratches on his shoulder. Looking at the prince’s unkempt appearance made the redhead proud of how he was able to make the usually composed man turn into someone who was let go of all his self-restraint.
The same goes for Alberu. Cale was known to have a stoic looking face but now the sight he was seeing was sinful. The pale skin was littered with bruises from their earlier activity. A red face and swollen lips made Alberu even harder. Knowing that only he could see this side of the redhead made his blood boil in possessiveness and want.
“As I said earlier, it better if we-”
“I want you to be mine.”
“Your highness?” Cale was confused at the sudden proclamation from the prince.
Shocked at what he said, Alberu was brought back from his fantasy and could only confess his feelings for the noble to soften the blow of what he said. “I love you, Cale.”