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Setting down the documents in his hand, Alver rubs at his brow, trying to relieve the exhaustion in his eyes. He’s been drowning in paperwork for days, accumulated stress making his shoulders tense and his vision blurry. His exhaustion has become so apparent that when he appealed to his resident slacker for a bit of assistance, Cale agreed with just a small incentive.
He blinks his eyes aggressively in an attempt to clear his sight.
Alver glances at his seating area. Cale has taken it over, feet propped up on the coffee table, papers in one hand and a cookie in the other. He’s been absentmindedly nibbling on snacks as he scans over the documents at a speed that would be absurd if Alver didn’t know about his ability.
Cale notices Alver’s gaze in his peripheral. He continues to ignore it until it's been going on long enough to bring concern. Cale makes eye contact with Alver, who is resting his temple against his hand, brow pinched together.
“Your Highness?”
Alver flinches at the sudden call, focus coming back to his eyes. He rights himself and his expression returns to its usual state.
“Ah, my bad. I was taking a breather.”
Cale takes in how haggard the man is. Even with his shining good looks, Alver is not immune to the effects that poor sleep and constant stress have on his face.
“You really should take a break.”
The corner of Alver’s lip lifts up, a look of resignation in his eyes.
“I barely have time to eat at this point, let alone a proper break.” He puffs out a sigh, shoulders shrugging up.
Cale nods in acknowledgment. He knows that’s the case, but at this rate he thinks he’ll see Alver keel over. His brow furrows a bit as he contemplates any possible solutions. He knows a lot of this work is confidential and can only be seen by a few eyes. Cale is one of the few people Alver can trust to look over these documents without worry of an ulterior motive or just plain incompetence. That is why he agreed to help. But as much as he’s concerned about Alver, he’s not about to offer to take on more work than he already has. Alver wouldn’t like that either.
“You should at least do something to get some stress relief, hyung-nim.” He says a bit distractedly, as he continues glancing at the paper he’s holding. He mumbles a bit.
“A massage? Maybe some sort of exercise...”
“I really don’t think I even have time for those, dongsaeng...” Alver smiles though, a warm feeling at seeing Cale considering his situation so much. “I’ll be alright, it’s not like I haven’t dealt with this before. In fact, I have more help now than I’ve ever had,” his gaze appreciative.
“Hmm....” Cale squints at the paper he’s looking at. There has to be something to help relieve some tension. He thinks back to his time as Kim Rok Soo, when rest was truly a luxury no one could afford. Even then, they had found ways of relieving stress, albeit some a bit destructive. It’s not like he’s about to recommend smoking, and anything that would inebriate the man would do more harm than good. He then had a thought to a very common, simple way of stress relief.
Should I really mention this? Surely, he’s already tried this...
He taps the cookie he’s holding against his lip before deciding that Alver’s well-being is more important than a bit of awkwardness.
Alver has long since moved on from this train of thought, immersing himself back into his enormous pile of paperwork. He nearly tumbles out of his seat when Cale speaks.
“Have you had the chance to get off recently?”
Spoken so nonchalantly, Alver cannot help the shock on his face. He’s looking at Cale, questioning if he even heard correctly.
Cale answers with a look that says, What? , as if what he said was akin to asking about the weather.
“It’s good stress relief. Easy, quick, and doesn’t generally require help.” Cale smirks, the gaping expression on Alver’s face amusing to him.
“Ha?” Is all Alver can manage.
“Have you not?” Cale’s smirk drops a bit, looking shockingly serious about the topic.
Alver has recovered a bit but he’s not even sure what face he should be making. No matter how much control he has over his guise, he can’t keep a straight face at that question. He leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. Should I really answer this honestly? He sighs, wondering if he’s thinking too much about it. Cale is probably the only person he could even have this kind of conversation with and Cale clearly doesn’t have any shyness on the topic.
“That… that’s not something I’ve really had on my mind.” Alver tries to be casual about it, but he still fumbles his voice a bit. His hand tenses as he swallows the brief embarrassment and he glances away.
Cale observes his response, finding Alver’s expression a bit funny. He leans forward as his smile widens. “Really? Want me to step out for a moment?”
Alver glares back at him for a moment before sighing. “That really won’t be necessary. Just get back to work.” He uncrosses his arms.
Cale tilts his head as he leans back to his previous position, “If you’re sure. You really need to do something about this tension.”
He watches the interesting play of emotions on Alver’s face, thoroughly amused at this scene he’s rarely seen before. It’s as if he’s thinking out loud. Cale nearly laughs. Alver seemed awkward about the topic but not truly embarrassed. What could possibly be bothering him so much that he must think so hard? As if he’s trying to decide whether to say something or not. He again thought back to when he was a team leader, a position of responsibility that brought on a similar weight of stress.
Even though he suggested it, Cale hadn’t been one to bother with getting off that often. To be honest, he doesn’t think he has a very strong libido. He had probably seen other people jerking off in the corners of the shelters more often than he had done it himself. During the cataclysm, modesty was pretty much an afterthought and people tended to just pretend they didn’t see. After all, privacy was hard to find in the early days, when buildings were razed and people huddled together in dilapidated shelters for safety. After a few years, society had regained some sense of normalcy. With more privacy bought, he was more willing to relieve himself in that way, although sometimes he was so stressed, he couldn’t even-
Ah .
The look on Cale’s face changes to one of realization, causing Alver to shrink back a bit.
Cale tuts, shaking his head, "You really do need a break... The Sun of Rowoon is so stressed he cannot even-”
“Stop.”
Alver has one hand covering his eyes, looking like he’s never had such a headache. He’s definitely had worse ones, many brought on by the walking headache in front of him, but never one related to such a topic. This is driving me nuts.
Dragging his hand down his face, Alver makes eye contact with Cale again. Being so openly observed isn’t new but given that he’s not guarded against Cale like he is with most people, the gaze feels that much more probing. Cale opens his mouth and Alver grimaces before words can even leave it.
“Why not get a helping hand?” Cale says.
While Alver was trying to compose himself, Cale was still stubbornly thinking about a solution to Alver’s predicament. If he can’t do it, he should just get some assistance!
Alver stares at Cale with some mixture of being astonished and yet, not surprised at all. How could anyone say these things, and yet, Ah, Cale could say these things.
Having basically given up having any reservations, Alver decides that he might as well join Cale where he’s at. Still, he rubs at his temple.
“Are you offering, then?”
“Ah.”
It was Cale’s turn to look shocked, as Alver didn’t quite look like he was teasing when he said it. Rather, a look of, Why don’t you think harder about that?, was on his face. Cale’s expression quickly became flat again.
Of course, this is only how he looks on the outside.
What is this bastard saying?! Did it really seem like I was offering? Haaaaa...
Ah.... then again... What even are his options? He has so few people he can be open with, and I’m not trying to tell him to go to a brothel or something.
I mean... it’s not like it really bothers me. I’ve never done it to someone else before, but how different could it be?
While Cale sat there thinking, Alver watched him, waiting for Cale to realize that this silly conversation should come to an end as there was no point thinking further about it. In fact, they should really be getting back to the paperwork they are both stuck here with.
“Sure, I don’t see a problem with it.”
Alver’s eyes widened, but he manages to contain himself this time, shooting Cale with a questioning look instead as he taps his temple.
“...Do you really mean that?”
“Yeah? I wouldn’t say something I didn’t mean.”
Alver sighs yet again.
“But why? You aren’t getting anything out of it.”
Cale doesn’t even hesitate as he answers, “You being less stressed makes it easier on me. And it's not like it's that difficult to do.” He shrugs.
Alver looks like he is starting to question Cale’s, and perhaps his own, sanity. He glances upward and whispers exasperatedly, “Are we really doing this?”
A moment of silence sits between them as Alver mulls it over. He really hasn’t been able to get off in a while, the stress of his duties weighing heavily on him. This might be a good chance but, Would it make things weird? Maybe it’s only awkward because I’m thinking too hard about it. It’s not like I even brought this topic up and Cale was the one who agreed to do it.
Making his decision, Alver nods towards Cale, “Alright. Since you offered, I’ll let my dongsaeng help me out.” He gives a stiff smile as he gets up and heads over to the couch Cale is seated on.
“...Alright.” Cale places his papers down and scoots over as he finishes the last bite of his cookie.
Alver settles across from him on the couch and they both face each other.
Despite all their nonchalance, it's hard not to be a bit awkward in a situation like this. They were friends, and beyond that, neither of them had ever touched another person in a sexual manner.
“You sure are hesitating after convincing me this was a good idea.” Alver grinned as he teased to hide his discomfort.
Cale glared at Alver as he moved closer to the man. “...I’ve never done this before.” A pause as his eyes track down Alver’s body. “I was thinking.”
A moment of silence, Alver tensing under Cale’s gaze.
He points down at Alver’s pants. “You can take that off yourself, can’t you?”
Alver’s eye twitches, and then he hesitantly removes his buckle. He glances up at Cale, who is watching all this a bit more intently than he would like. His face warms. Alver then unbuttons his pants.
Alver lifts his eyes up again to make eye contact with Cale. He can feel his breath coming in a bit faster, anxious and a dash of excitement. He nods towards Cale to indicate he can start.
Cale for his part has begun to regret his casual attitude. He certainly still has no problem doing this for Alver, but he doesn’t really know how to start. He breaks eye contact with Alver to look down at his crotch. Lifting his hand to go there, he halts, looking back up.
Should I… Just go for it? “Do you want me to touch you somewhere else first?” His hand hovers halfway to its destination. Cale wonders if it's a bit much to just shove his hand at Alver’s dick without getting him used to the contact.
Alver sees the small furrow in Cale’s brow, as if he really is thinking hard about this. It actually helps him relax a bit. He huffs out a breath, “It might be better to work up to it… although the point of this is to be quick about it, isn’t it?” Alver chuckles.
Cale gives a short nod and decides that they do need to get on with this. The paperwork surrounding them feels like a pressuring gaze.
Cale begins to move his hand again, gently placing it on Alver’s chest. He can faintly feel the tensing of Alver’s muscles. He rests it there for a moment to catch his bearings, feeling a little out of his depth. Cale sighs silently and slowly slides his hand past Alver’s stomach and then down to his thigh. Cale glances back up as he moves his hand inward. Alver has the slightest flush on his face, barely indicative of what he knows is about to happen. Cale can’t help but stare as he runs his hand along Alver’s inner thigh, a ghost of a touch. He continues to slide his hand closer and closer to where the heat has started to gather. Alver flinches and breathes out a shaky breath as he closes his eyes.
Watching this, Cale’s own breathing picks up a bit, although he doesn’t notice, too absorbed in observing Alver’s reactions. He then reaches towards Alver’s cock and palms it through his underwear, feels it semi-hard through the fabric. Cale watches as Alver’s brow twitches.
“Is this alright?”
Alver’s eyes flutter open at the question. As he meets Cale’s gaze, he’s a bit amazed to see that for all his stoicism and controlled expressions, Cale has a slight glow to his cheeks. He otherwise looks unbothered, but seeing the tint of pink somehow makes Alver’s heart thud a little harder. Alver leans back slightly, bracing himself on his hands, and gives an affirmation.
“Mm. Yes, go ahead.”
Walking his fingers along the edge of Alver’s underwear before rolling it down, Cale lets his dick free. Alver tenses. There is still a distance between them and Cale realizes he should probably move closer to make this easier. He shuffles forward on his knees until they bump into Alver’s own and then leans into the man, placing his free hand on Alver’s shoulder. Slowly, gently, Cale grasps at the shaft, drawing out a gasp from Alver. He can feel body heat seeping into him from the multiple points of contact. All he can think is, Huh, finding himself intrigued by the pleasant warmth.
Alver feels his cheeks warm up from the proximity, Cale’s face close enough that Alver can feel his breath. He looks towards Cale’s eyes, which are focused between his legs, and gulps. He feels Cale start to move his hand, but can’t stop watching Cale’s intent stare.
As Cale works him up to full hardness, Alver zones out on Cale’s face. The focused gaze, with lips parted unconsciously, suddenly flicks up to meet Alver’s.
Cale takes in Alver’s expression: flushed, eyes lidded. He thumbs over the head and hears a sharp exhale. A rougher pump elicits a soft groan. Then he realizes they’ve been holding eye contact a beat too long for comfort and breaks it.
He seems to be enjoying it. And like I thought, this really isn’t too bad. Cale smiles, a bit proud, promptly ignoring the weird feeling stirring in his gut that seems to grow every time Alver reacts to his touch. He picks up the pace, making Alver struggle to contain his voice, soft “ mmm” s and “ haa” s becoming more frequent.
Alver grabs Cale's shoulder as he leans into the man, making Cale flinch. His chest heaves as he squeezes his eyes shut. He feels the heat building up and tightens his grip. His quickened breath tickles at Cale’s neck.
“H-hey, I’m…,” another groan cuts him off.
Of course that’s all Cale needs to tell that Alver is about to come.
He thinks for a second, realizing that it will probably get on their clothes, so he brings his other hand down and works them together.
“Hrrk!” Alver’s grip tightens further.
Cale watches Alver’s face as he comes into his hands, pulse loud in his ears. He huffs out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
Alver rests his forehead against Cale’s shoulder for a brief moment. He really does feel some of the tension leave his body. When he pulls back, he sees Cale’s hands covered in his cum.
“Could your Highness please assist me in cleaning up this mess?” A displeased expression on Cale’s face.
Alver lets out a short laugh. He gets up and grabs a towel, tossing it at Cale. He glances over at Cale while he tidies himself up, still a bit fascinated to see the man affected by this, the pink tinge still visible on his ears. Although it seems Cale hadn’t noticed it himself, Alver recalls the slight hitches in Cale’s breathing as he worked Alver to completion. The thought makes his face warm again.
“Feeling a bit more relaxed?” Cale asks Alver with a self-satisfied smile on his face.
“...Yes. Thanks for that.” Alver ignores the little skip in his chest and looks at the heaps of paperwork. “Time to get back to work I guess.” He sighs.
Cale nods and resumes his position, papers in one hand and a new cookie in the other. The only difference is the small commotion in his mind.
– Wow, thanks for the show.
– Sorry, it's not like we meant to watch.
– Eh, what do you mean Super Rock? I meant to watch! kehehe. Getting a bit hot and heavy there, Cale?
– …
– Cale sure is a nice friend.
– Is that what nice friends do?
His brow twitches. Ahh, these fuckers are going to bother me about this for days, aren’t they? He ignores the ancient powers and flies through his work so he can sooner get back to slacking off.
Cale has had to talk to way too many nosy nobles at this celebration he was forced to attend.
When Alver told him he couldn’t shirk off another event, ‘As my sworn brother, you have to show up to at least a few royal celebrations’ , Cale scowled. Even if he wouldn't be at the center of attention for this event, he knew he would still pull eyes. He had enough titles he hated floating around, there's no way for him to avoid conversation. When he just continued to scowl without talking, Alver sighed with a smile on his face and held up a golden plaque for Cale to see through the communication orb. Cale’s eyes shot over to it but he still wanted to grumble. He glanced back at Alver’s face. ‘I better not get hounded,’ to which Alver laughed and replied ‘I’ll do my best to make sure that doesn’t happen, dongsaeng.’
Well, he felt hounded.
Cale knew he had a good poker face, but it was getting to a point where he couldn’t stop his eye from twitching. The only solace he had was that he saw Alver’s mask break, imperceptible for anyone else besides himself, when talking to a particularly ignorant noble. He snorted out a laugh and took another sip of his wine. At that moment he saw yet another unfamiliar face making a beeline to his location with a poorly-faked smile on their face. His shoulders tense up. Ah, can this be over already?
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After the party, Cale followed Alver back to his palace, planning on chatting for a bit before Raon showed up to take him home. He still had more than an hour before the agreed upon time, seeing no point in calling him early when he can just lounge around Alver’s room and eat his food.
“I feel like you didn’t hold up your end of the bargain.” Cale said as they entered the bedroom. He plopped down on the couch, already thinking of a way to milk this. “I was this close to running out the ballroom,” Cale held out his hand, finger and thumb so close together it looked like they were touching. He let out a dramatic sigh, “Hyung-nim, you know how much I hate talking to those dolts.”
Alver chuckled, “Is a golden plaque really not enough for you? Should I just give you a key to the coffers, then?” He took off his outer decorative wear and placed them for the maids to grab in the morning.
Cale sat up straighter at that, a gleam in his eyes, “Oh the magnanimous Sun of Rowoon, truly deserving of the crown upon his head. No one is as generous as -”
Alver gave Cale a look.
Cale slouched back again, “Ah well, worth a try.” He drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch.
“I knew they would bother you a bit, but I’m surprised at how brave, or… perhaps foolhardy, they are.” Alver placed a new jar of sweets on the table in front of Cale, who immediately snatches one up. Alver watches him with a fond look. “I feel like I have these here for you just as much as the kids.” He says teasingly. Cale just continues eating without care.
Alver could tell Cale was really on his last straw at the end of the night. He wasn’t sure what was making everyone feel confident enough to talk to the stoic man, except perhaps that it had been quite a while since he last attended an event and they weren’t sure when they would get another opportunity. The tense line of Cale’s shoulder draws Alver’s eye.
Alver rounds the back of the couch, and when Cale is about to question what he’s doing, suddenly there’s hands on his shoulders. He nearly jumps out of his skin.
Cale looks over his shoulder at Alver, eyes wide. “What was that fo-,” his words cut off with a slight squeak when Alver squeezes at the muscle.
“You seem a bit tense, I thought maybe a massage could work as your reward?” Alver smiles his princely sweet smile.
“Uh…” Cale doesn’t know how to respond.
Alver decides that’s not a no, so he continues massaging. As he kneads at Cale’s shoulders, he notices Cale becoming even more stiff. Alver stops and leans in a bit. “This is supposed to help you relax, why are you tensing up even more?” He says with a soft chuckle. He feels more than hears Cale sigh before pulling away, his ears a bit red.
“You were the one who just suddenly grabbed at my shoulders.” Cale glares as Alver comes back around to stand in front of him. “And I’m fine, I’m not that tense.” Cale is, though, a bit embarrassed he squeaked. But he couldn’t help it, hands suddenly so close to his neck, who wouldn’t make a noise at that.
Alver keeps staring at Cale’s pink ears. He can’t help but think of when Cale touched him before. He’s not sure why, but he wants to see those expressions again. Perhaps because they were so unlike the man’s usual countenance? Wiping that thought away, Alver reasons with himself that, He is a bit stressed right now and I could pay him back this way. No need to allow him to think up something much more ridiculous. After solidly convincing himself of his motives, he moves to sit next to Cale on the couch.
Cale looks over at the man oddly, wondering why he’s sitting so close when there are plenty of other seats. Then, when he sees a smile spread on Alver’s face, he shivers.
“Want me to pay you back for before?”
Completely lost, Cale asks, “...Pay me back for what?” Cale wondered what reward he had somehow forgotten to reap.
Alver chuckles, definitely not feeling his stomach flip a bit. “You know. For stress relief?”
Cale and Alver just stare at each other. Alver, with increasing feelings of anxiety and thoughts of Ah fuck, why did I think this was a good idea? and Cale only finally realizing what he meant after a good moment of eye contact. Of course, his ancient powers decide to chime in.
-Oh?
-Are we getting a part two?
-Guys…
Cale frowns in annoyance. He really wishes he could turn these voices off sometimes. Even if he has nothing to hide from them, they have a knack for popping up at the worst moments. Alver sees Cale’s downturned lips and feels concerned that he misstepped. He lets out an awkward huff that’s aiming for casual, “It was just an idea, no need for that look.”
“Ah, that’s not why…” Cale responds on instinct, knowing he had been making a face at his ancient powers, then realizing he still hadn’t answered Alver, he pauses. Cale wonders how they ended up here. Sure, he was the one who really started it last time, but he hadn’t expected Alver to offer to do the same.
“Then…?” Alver says with a questioning lilt. Cale doesn’t really think he feels too strongly one way or the other, but decides, Fuck it, why not. They had already done this once before and it wasn’t an opportunity he was expecting to have often - and, a fleeting thought towards the feeling in his gut he had felt the last time that he hadn’t put a name to. A curiosity or perhaps a want? And again he brushes it off.
He gives a nod. “Sure…that works.” Cale adjusts himself to better face Alver.
Alver stares at him for a moment, gulping imperceptibly. Trying to shake off the nerves, he asks, “Is there any way you want me to go about this? Just like you did… or…?”
“...Do what you want.” Cale suddenly feels embarrassed after being asked this. He’s not afraid to express his desires, but in this area where he hasn’t even put much thought into before, he comes up short. Mostly, he’s just intrigued by the experience - how different it is from doing it himself. Seeing Alver’s face so up-close in that intimate moment made him wonder, How good does it feel that he’s making faces like that?
Of course, for Alver, being given free reign makes him even more nervous than before. Being told to do what he wants rather than what Cale wanted. Does he want to touch someone like that? Alver knows he does, curiosity roiling under his skin after that first time, wanting to see the tensing of muscles and hear the quickening of breath. Whether it’s specifically because of Cale or not, he tries not to let his thoughts lean in that direction.
And then he notices something. Cale’s ears are still as pink as they were when he surprised him, expression slightly off. Alver realizes that, given what was said last time, this man is as clueless about this as he is. He feels his nerves lessen. Cale giving him the choice seems to be his way of shirking the embarrassment of the decision towards Alver.
He gives a soft laugh and sees Cale flinch.
Hm.
He decides to approach this with a face of confidence. He might be able to have the upper hand here.
Alver steels himself and leans into Cale with a smile on his face that’s only part fraudulent. He places a hand on Cale’s knee, gives it a slight squeeze, and breathes, “Dongsaeng, let your hyung-nim take care of you.”
Cale’s eyes widen as he sharply inhales. Alver feels a smug satisfaction at this reaction. He wants to see what else he can get out of Cale.
Frozen, Cale stares at Alver. The gaze in the man’s eyes is hard to discern, but Alver seems happy with himself. Cale has heard that glib tongue directed at him a thousand times, but hearing words like that, and in such a tone, he can’t help his reaction. It’s kind of…
-Woah… he’s pulling the moves!
-XXX, Cale. Kinda looking like he wants to XXX you. You guys gonna XXX?!
-Guys… Please.
Can these voyeurs please go away?
And as if reading his mind, Super Rock apologizes again and manages to quiet them all. Cale is glad that he at least has a babysitter for the voices in his head. He then brings his focus back to the man in front of him.
Alver lifts his hand and reaches for Cale’s collar. He searches Cale’s face for permission before proceeding. Cale puffs out a small breath and nods. Bringing his other hand up, Alver pulls off Cale’s tie and then unbuttons the shirt.
Something about this action feels incredibly intimate. Cale has had servants helping him dress for years now, but having Alver do it for him feels completely different. Cale wonders why Alver is doing this for a handjob, but since he said do what you want, he’s not going to stop him unless he feels uncomfortable.
Once the shirt is completely open, Alver gently touches Cale’s chest directly, mirroring what Cale had done last time. However, Alver’s exploratory touch is much more lingering. He slides his hand over the marking from Cale’s ancient powers, outlining the shape of the shield. He feels the slight jolt of muscle, and then hears a sudden exhale as he slides too close to Cale’s nipple. He sneaks a glance at Cale’s face. Cale’s eyes are glued to Alver’s hand, an almost confused look on his face.
Cale tries to steel his expression when he notices Alver’s eyes on his face, but it’s hard when he really does feel confused. It’s mixed in with apprehension and anticipation, muddled together into a mess of emotions he’s not used to. Why is he touching me there for so long? Why is this making my face so warm? Do… nipples usually feel that sensitive? Is this really making me hard? Thoughts going a mile a minute in this new scenario, Cale loses some control over his face. He knows he must be getting quite red, going by the temperature of his cheeks. For the first time, Cale wonders if the quick flush this body gets from alcohol means that his embarrassment and arousal are hard to hide as well. And that thought is probably making it worse. Damn it.
Alver chuckles, “You are doing an impressive imitation of a tomato there.” That earns him a glare.
“...This body flushes easily.”
“Mm.”
Cale feels promptly ignored, as if he was a child lying about something bad they did. I’m not lying, it's really the truth… He does not grumble out loud, but a small pout does form.
Alver does one last pass over Cale’s nipple just to feel the jolt once more before moving his hand away. Without hesitation, he moves toward Cale’s belt, a smirk on his lips. Alver’s breath is picking up, excited and yearning to explore this feeling - nerves frazzled but easily covered-up by stronger emotions. He slowly, agonizingly, begins to undo the buckle, wanting to see every change of Cale’s expression that is caused by him.
Cale’s brow twitches from the feather-light touches Alver makes while removing his belt. He sees the excited look on Alver’s face, somehow triggering a pleasant shiver. It’s an odd feeling to Cale, seeing someone excited to touch him. That expression being on Alver’s handsome face does nothing to help his increasing arousal. Alver meets his eyes and Cale’s flit away, trying not to think about any potential implications of that thought.
Really, it’s obvious that as two people inexperienced in this sort of thing, an opportunity to do this… safely… with someone we trust… would be appealing. It doesn’t have to mean anything.
Alver can see Cale is distracted by his thoughts, so he decides to bring him back by sliding his hand into Cale’s underwear. He is rewarded by a quiet gasp and wide eyes, which quickly squeeze shut.
Cute.
Mm. Anyways.
After a moment of nothing happening, Cale peeks his eyes open to see that Alver is staring holes into his face. He gulps. “... You can… continue?”
Alver lets out a little snort before finally grasping at Cale’s dick. As he leisurely strokes, Alver watches the rise and fall of Cale’s chest. He’s quiet, not unexpected, but Alver feels a desire to see if he can change that. Alver staggers the rhythm, changing the pressure as he goes, trying to elicit some kind of noise. Despite this, the only change in Cale’s response is the tempo of his breathing and the occasional spasm from the stimulation. At least Cale’s face shows how he is being affected. He’s flushed, eyes shut tight with a furrowed brow, and his lips parted and… kind of inviting.
Alver reddens. He knows he can’t deny an attraction anymore, Cale has always been a beautiful man, but Alver would prefer not to get a hard-on in the middle of jerking Cale off. He tries to train his focus on the task at hand, hoping that thinking of it as a task might help him cool off.
Cale is also in turmoil. He is consumed by thoughts like, Alver’s hand is slightly bigger than mine. And it’s so warm. He’s surprisingly good at this… does he masturbate so much that it’s given him some skill? Hahaha…. No, stop thinking about Alver masturbating. Stop it.
Cale’s breath stutters. Alver sucks in a breath as well and starts pumping earnestly.
Feeling as if he’s possessed by some spirit, Alver asks in a low tone, “Is it good?”
Getting the most noise out of Cale since his cute little squeak, Cale lets out an involuntary groan at the question.
Perhaps he likes being talked to during things like this? Or maybe… It has to do with my voice in particular?
Alver is spurred on even further, truly feeling out of his mind, and he leans near Cale’s ear to whisper, “Are you close?”
Whether it was a coincidence or the final trigger, Cale lets out a punched-out breath as he comes. Taking in the startled look on his face, as if Cale is shocked with himself, Alver feels a bit confident it's the latter.
As Cale tries to catch his breath, his mind remains a jumble, wondering if he has a thing for voices. I can’t believe I came because he whispered in my ear. Cale feels a short stint of embarrassment, but does what he does best by rationalizing it. There’s no shame in having a particular thing that does it for you, after all, and ears are commonly considered an erogenous zone.
After a long moment of silence, filled only by the shuffles of their clean up, Alver speaks up.
“...That wasn’t bad, right?”
Cale is not expecting this question. “... No. It was… good.”
“Why don’t we continue helping each other out like this, every once in a while?” They finally look at each other’s faces. Both feeling awkward, both desperately trying to hide it.
Cale finds that he wants to. He won’t question it for now, deciding to just follow this feeling. “ Ok.”
A weak smile on Alver’s face morphs into something a bit more mischievous. “Seems it was adequate payment.”
Cale’s flush belied his stoic voice. “...Just this time.”
After that, almost every time the sworn brothers were alone together, they would touch each other. Slowly forgetting their excuses for stress relief but never addressing the change in their relationship. Feverishly chasing this new feeling, acting a bit like adolescents rather than the adults that they are. It would be embarrassing if not for the fact that they were in the same boat. Instead, they leaned into the innocent wonder of exploring something new rather than analyze why the man they were with was the one to set this off.
Between the two of them, Alver was not so in denial that he was unaware of what he was feeling. He merely forced it aside, remembering the adage ‘out of sight, out of mind.’ Of course, there’s only so much control you can have over your feelings and he would occasionally catch himself imagining doing things to Cale that were beyond the line he drew for himself. Perhaps staring at his lips, wondering how it would feel to kiss Cale - kiss him stupid.
They were in that very scenario right now.
On the couch facing each other, Cale was leaning close to Alver about to initiate a touch, when he noticed Alver staring fixedly at his mouth. Cale, ever-talented at misinterpreting others’ intentions towards him, wonders if Alver is curious about blowjobs. He can’t say he feels quite ready for something like that, but when he nervously licks his lips and sees Alver flinch at the sight, the feeling it makes in his gut spurs him on.
Nerves still alight, Cale meets Alver’s gaze. “Do you want me to…,” he glances down at Alver’s crotch and then back up, “...try going down on you?”
Alver freezes, heart rate speeding rapidly. Almost immediately he realizes why Cale made that assumption, and while he is embarrassed he got caught staring, he never could have imagined that’s how Cale would interpret it. He swallows loudly, wondering if he should try to correct Cale or let this happen. The horny part of his brain quickly wins over.
“If you are ok with it.”
After sitting for a moment waiting for the other to move or respond, Alver gives Cale a look.
“I’m not kneeling on the ground,” Cale responds as if it’s obvious.
Alver sighs as he takes one of the couch pillows and places it on the floor. “This should help, right?” He pats the pillow with a snarky smirk on his face.
Cale gives a small grimace as he hesitates for a moment, “...Fine,” before getting up and kneeling on the pillow between Alver’s legs.
Feeling somewhat self-conscious having someone’s face so close to his crotch, Alver is tense as he unbuttons his pants and takes his dick out.
Action having become familiar, Cale easily grasps the shaft. He works the cock up to fullness while he works himself up to sticking it into his mouth. It’s certainly not something he ever expected himself to do. Cale takes a deep breath before leaning in, tentatively placing his lips on the head. Alver lets out a gasp above him, but the compromising position makes Cale feel too awkward to look up. Slowly, he slides his head forward, taking Alver’s dick further into his mouth.
Feeling like he’s about to blow right then and there, Alver has to close his eyes and muster up all his concentration to stop himself. Once he feels some semblance of control, he glances down at Cale and is almost immediately back to where he started. Watching Cale bobbing his head on his cock, face flushed and sweat gathering on his brow, is doing almost as much to him as the blowjob itself. Alver’s breathing is fast and stilted, and he is unable to stop himself from making soft moans. The warm, wet feeling of Cale’s mouth is staggeringly good, even if the inexperience causes a little pain from the occasional scrape of teeth.
Strands of red hair fall from behind Cale’s ear, blocking the view Alver had been enjoying. He reaches out and gently pushes the hair back, sliding his fingers along Cale’s scalp.
Cale startles at this, opening his eyes. He looks up at Alver with a questioning gaze. For the first time since he started sucking Alver’s dick, they make eye contact. The hand in his hair tenses, pulling at his scalp and giving him a curious tingle down his spine. His eyelashes flutter at the new sensation.
Alver unintentionally bucks his hips, eliciting a weak choking sound and wide eyes from Cale.
They sit there frozen for a moment, eyes locked.
Testing his limits, his lust-addled brain taking hold, Alver slides his hand to cradle the back of Cale’s head and tightens his grip a tad. Cale’s brow twitches at that. He hopes Cale can read the intention, the inquiry in the action.
Cale breathes deeply through his nose, heart pounding. He can tell what Alver is requesting but he’s too frazzled to really answer. Does he really want to… , he can feel his flush rise just from the thought. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to list out the pros and cons of letting this happen. Evidently, he’s taking too long to decide on what to do, because suddenly he feels another hand glide over his cheek to cup the side of his face. He lets out a little sound at the action that is so utterly gentle. Cale peeks open his eyes to look at Alver’s face again. His gaze just screams of his want and all Cale can do at that point is flush further and haltingly nod.
The hand in Cale’s hair pulls his head away a little while Alver’s hips move slightly back. Slowly, learning the motion and making sure he doesn’t hurt Cale, Alver brings them back together. He groans. Alver searches Cale’s face for discomfort and sees that his eyes are screwed shut but otherwise he looks alright. Alver continues, rolling his hips into Cale’s mouth.
Cale feels overwhelmed. He’s trying to learn how to breathe properly in this situation while also getting used to the lack of control. Cale knows Alver wouldn’t knowingly hurt him but it’s a hard thing to relinquish. The push and pull on his scalp coupled with Alver fucking into his mouth causes a tingle to spread all over his skin. The hand on his cheek slides up to his ear, tracing along the edge, forcing a low whimper out of his throat. Fuck, why am I like this? He can feel himself getting hard. Alver’s movement gets a bit rougher and Cale braces his hands on Alver’s inner thighs to keep his balance. He can feel his head getting a bit hazy, only able to focus on the dick in his mouth, the hand in his hair, and Alver’s pants filling the room.
Thrusts becoming more and more erratic, Alver feels himself getting close. A part of his brain is telling him to come in Cale’s mouth. Luckily, he catches himself before it happens, yanking Cale’s mouth off his dick. Cale makes a high-pitched noise at that rough motion and it goes straight to Alver’s groin. With that, he reaches his limit, and proceeds to come on Cale’s face. A distant voice in the back of his head tells him, this isn’t much better, but he’s too preoccupied with coming down from his climax to allow it to the forefront of his mind.
Both of them struggle to catch their breaths.
Cale is miserably hard and quite unhappy with himself that he didn’t have to get touched much for it to happen. Really, Cale? He pulled your hair a little, felt up your ear?!? And that’s all it takes? Unable to cope away the embarrassment this time, he sits defeated between Alver’s thighs, flush carrying down to his chest. He doesn’t even have it in him to pay mind to the cum drying on his face.
Alver is recovering a bit quicker than Cale, not having to face some kind of crisis over what gets his dick hard. Cale is still kneeling with his head hanging down, hands tense on Alver’s inner thighs. A tinge of concern washes over Alver and he cups Cale’s cheek again. Cale jolts slightly.
“Are you alright? Sorry if I…,” Alver swallows the rest of his words as Cale finally lifts his head up.
Pupils dilated, every inch of visible skin tinted pink and glowing with a sheen of sweat, breath having calmed down but still a bit labored. “...’m fine…,” Cale says as he looks anywhere but Alver’s face.
Alver can’t help but glance down to see the bulge in Cale’s pants. His eyes widen faintly in surprise and he pulls his gaze back up, trying to make eye contact with Cale. The man is stubbornly looking away, so Alver moves the hand on Cale’s cheek to his chin and coaxes him back to facing him. The look on Cale’s face, turned-on and distressed because of it, causes Alver’s dick to twitch in renewed interest.
Feeling brave from the high of the situation, Alver decides to tease.
“You know, I was staring at your lips because I wanted to kiss you, not because I wanted you to give me a blowjob.”
Cale lets out a knee-jerk, “Haa?” at that, mouth hanging open for a moment before he shuts it, fully processing what Alver said. A… kiss… He wanted to kiss me? Even though a kiss is not inherently romantic, it feels much more intimate to Cale than any of the other things they had done previously. He wonders if Alver feels differently from him. Why would he want to kiss me otherwise?
Alver laughs softly at the incredulous look on Cale’s face, the man clearly thinking nonsense. He wipes Cale’s face as he leans forward a little bit, bringing Cale back from his thoughts.
Oh so fondly he says, “You are absolutely insufferable.” Oh so sweetly, quietly, he asks, “...Can I kiss you?”
“Uhh…” Cale sits there dumbly. He’s horny and he’s confused and Alver is dragging his face up as he leans down. Alver’s eyes flit to his lips before returning to make eye contact again. Cale could practically count his eyelashes this close and then Alver gently strokes a finger under his jaw, making his body tremble. He lets out a puff of air. Cale promptly gives up on thinking, closing his eyes and nodding almost imperceptibly.
After a short moment of Alver having a mini crisis at the permission, their lips meet softly. It’s plush and it’s warm and a second later Alver is pulling back. Cale just barely cracks open an eye before Alver’s mouth is back on his. Lips moving with little confidence, but moving nonetheless.
The kissing continues in a languid way, Alver savoring the feeling as Cale slowly starts to match his movements to Alver’s own. He strokes under Cale’s jaw again and smirks at the twitch he feels against his lips.
Suddenly, the kiss is disconnected and Cale is being hoisted up onto Alver’s lap as if he weighs nothing. He looks down at the man in surprise before, once again, being dragged into a kiss. The motion becomes a little bit more desperate and there’s a tongue being stuck into his mouth. It’s a bit of a weird feeling, something wet and slippery prodding into his mouth, but it’s sending heat all throughout his body and the hazy feeling is back.
Well, if he’s going to be doing this, he might as well get more comfortable.
There are arms sliding around Alver’s neck now and he’s never been more turned on in his life. He kisses Cale as if his life depends on it, as if he could survive solely off of the little noises and shudders he is causing. Alver slides a hand up the back of Cale’s shirt and the yelp it elicits has them pulling apart as Alver laughs breathlessly.
Cale is struggling to catch his breath, Alver’s hand like a brand on the small of his back. He can see Alver is erect again, desire clear in his eyes, and he gulps at the idea that if they continue in the direction it feels like this is going, that dick might be going up his ass. It’s going to hurt… He hates the thought of the pain, but he’s tingling with arousal and kind of curious and he’s sure Alver is the same. His thoughts are broken by Alver’s warm hand going further up his shirt, rucking up the hem and exposing his lower back to the cool air. He lets out a shuddering gasp.
He leans in to continue kissing Alver, the man gripping his hip with one hand as the other seems to be mapping out his back. Cale decides that rather than ask outright if Alver wants to fuck him, he’s fairly certain but it would be horribly embarrassing if he was wrong, he reaches for Alver’s first button on his shirt and waits for the man to read his message. He feels an enthusiastic nod against his lips after a brief hesitation and huffs out a laugh. Cale can’t help but find the excitement cute as he swiftly undoes Alver’s shirt.
“... It’s interesting seeing you act so excited, your Highness.” He smirks.
Alver scowls at the teasing, mostly because it’s so hypocritical. “Like you have any right to say that, you bastard.”
“Haa?”
Alver sees his oblivious dongsaeng’s expression that is honestly saying, ‘ What are you talking about? ’ and lets out a long-suffering sigh. He moves his lips next to Cale’s ear to whisper, “How are you so smart and yet so shockingly dumb at the same time?", nipping at the lobe before Cale can protest in return. He is rewarded with a faint “hnn”.
Cale really feels like he needs to defend himself, I’m not dumb!, but Alver manages to shut him up by keeping him off-kilter, lips moving from his ear to mouth at his neck. This bastard really found one weakness of mine and zeroed in on it… he complains in his mind, even as he unconsciously tilts his head to allow Alver more access. Still, he hates to lose, so he starts reaching into Alver’s open shirt to grope at his chest.
Alver’s eyes fly open but he determinedly continues his ministrations. He groans softly as the muscle is kneaded, nipples not crazy sensitive but it's still enough to add to his mounting excitement. He bites gently at Cale’s neck and hears him breath out shakily.
Hands slide over Cale’s ass, causing him to jump. Alver moves his mouth to return to Cale’s ear and finally asks, “Can I fuck you?” Then he pulls back just enough to meet Cale’s eyes.
Cale tries to think of a response but the groping of his ass is making it really hard to concentrate. “Hyung-nim, can you stop… for a moment…?” All he gets is a gratified smirk and a “Mm? ” as his answer. He glowers at Alver, which only makes it worse.
“... I hate pain.”
“Mm.” Alver thinks back to all the times Cale got knowingly hurt and has trouble believing that.
“So… do it right. If it hurts, I’ll throw you off even if I have to use my ancient powers to do so…”
“My dear dongsaeng, is that a threat to the crown I hear?” He continues the banter even as he’s sliding Cale’s pants down, being given permission.
Cale laughs, putting his forehead against Alver’s shoulder to hide his face as his pants are tossed onto the floor. He tries to keep up the conversation to lessen his anxiety. “If I was really threatening the crown, there would certainly be a dragon involved.”
Alver chuckles as he fondles Cale's ass. He has a funny, yet scary thought. “If Eruhaben-nim knew what I was doing with you, I think he’d kill me without any prompting from you.”
Cale chokes at that. And then he realizes it’s kind of true. Eruhaben is a big softie after all and for some reason he considers Cale amongst his kids. He puts on a staged, scared voice, “We can’t let him know. I’ve worked too hard to get you to where you are.”
Alver laughs. “Yes, yes. It was all you.”
“Of course.”
A finger finally ghosts over his hole, causing Cale to twitch. It’s wet with some lubricant, which, Where did Alver get that from?, but that’s really of no consequence, especially when it dips inside. The unsure finger prods around, stretching gently and allowing Cale to adjust to the intrusion. It’s not bad, just very foreign.
Alver is trying to get a read on how Cale is feeling, but his face is still hidden, resting against his shoulder. “Is this alright?”
A pause before a quiet, “I’d tell you if it wasn’t…”
Unsatisfied with that, Alver responds in an exasperated tone, “It would be easier if I could see your face.”
Cale lets out a confused, “Hm?” not quite following.
“... I want to know if it feels good for you or not. Just let me see your face so I don’t have to ask, and we can avoid any potential shields to the head.”
Cale huffs at that but the logic is sound, so he acquiesces, completely unaware that Alver just really, really wants to take in all of his expressions. He reluctantly pulls his head back and makes awkward eye contact, although it breaks quickly when a second finger works its way in and he closes his eyes.
The sensitive nerve-endings down there are starting to translate the strange feeling to something more pleasurable. It makes Cale marvel at the human body’s ability to adapt. He flutters his eyes open with a small groan when the man below him starts kissing at his collarbone. The fingers moving inside him press into a spot that forces a shuddering breath out of his mouth.
Alver adds a third finger as he captures Cale’s lips again. He can feel Cale flinching against him as he continues stretching him out. He may have studied a bit for the off-chance it really got to this point, but reading and practical experience are completely different things. So the fact that Cale is reacting as much as he is has Alver feeling pretty impressed with himself. He also read about making lube with magic, which seemed quite silly, but it turned out to be very useful.
Cale feels the fingers withdrawing before he is abruptly being picked up. He startles at the change of gravity, instinctually grabbing onto Alver, wrapped around him like an octopus. Before he can even ask why, Alver is responding, “I think my bed would be much more comfortable, don’t you?”
“Ah.”
And a moment later he’s being laid gently down onto the bed and Alver is crawling over him. This position has his heart racing, feeling somewhat trapped with arms braced on either side of his head. It might be a little scary, but staring at his hyung-nim’s face above him makes his stomach flip in a different way. He takes a deep breath as his eyes scan down Alver’s body, realizing he must’ve discarded his shirt before climbing onto the bed. He sees defined muscles he’s never noticed before and Cale feels his cheeks heat up, Ah, I’m literally checking him out right now. And there’s no way he doesn’t know. Time to feign ignorance.
Of course Alver notices, feeling self-conscious but not in a bad way. He cracks a grin. “Like what you see?”
Cale’s gaze seems to say, ‘ Why are you asking this? I could not possibly guess what you are implying.’
Alver sighs and opts to just kiss Cale instead, fingers returning to their work and making sure one last time that Cale is adequately stretched. He pulls away and comments, “It’s ok to appreciate beautiful things, dongsaeng. I’m doing so right now.” He’s been admiring how Cale’s red hair fans around his face while he’s pinned beneath him.
Well, Cale knows this body is good-looking so that doesn’t do much for him, although the praise is surprisingly nice. He smiles. “How humble our Sun is.” Cale looks at Alver in his disguise, which is very handsome, but he does think Alver is even more of a looker in his natural form. Dark elf genes and all. He reaches up and taps at the necklace hanging down between them. “Why don’t you show us how you can be even more beautiful, your Highness? You are being too modest.”
This has Alver wide-eyed and blushing furiously, making Cale laugh. It’s not as if Alver has any notions that he is less handsome as he truly is. But having it be someone else, it be Cale , telling him he looks better as he should be makes him feel elated and a bit bashful. People compliment his disguise all the time, but he knows the prejudice against dark elves would only have biting things coming out of their mouths if they saw him without it. He asks softly, “Can you remove it for me?”
Cale slowly reaches up and unclasps the necklace, watching as the glamour fades away to reveal Alver’s deep brown hair and eyes and his pretty dark-toned skin. He places it next to him on the bed and gives up on hiding his appreciative gaze this time.
“...Like what you see now?” Alver asks, feeling oddly shy.
Cale puts on a sweet smile. “Of course. My hyung-nim is always handsome, but even more so like this.”
Alver furrows his brow, feeling like he’s lost somehow. A weakness for a weakness, he supposes. Although he feels like he can get used to compliments of his true form, unlike Cale who has to battle against an overly sensitive body. He caresses the side of Cale’s face, down his neck and to his chest, which forces a groan out of Cale. Alver then leans next to his ear and blows on it, leading to a full-body shiver.
Squinting his eyes with a disgruntled look, Cale cedes to Alver’s point. He kicks his foot at Alver’s shin and says, “Come on, let's move on with this.”
Alver smiles. “Hmm… well since you seem so eager.” Cale just huffs. Backing off a bit to better position himself, Alver starts lubing up his cock, keeping their gazes locked the whole time.
Unable to help himself, Cale’s breathing picks up. He’s watching as Alver gets himself ready, feeling hot and anxious. The size of Alver’s dick isn’t anything wild but Cale is still wondering if it could really fit. People do this all the time… they get it to work… He gulps as he reassures himself. And then he’s being dragged roughly so his ass is right up against Alver’s crotch, legs framing his hips, letting out a small noise of surprise as he goes. His heart rate is rising and he grips at the sheets.
Alver sees his dongsaeng is visibly nervous and rubs his hand up and down Cale’s thigh in a soothing gesture. He’s feeling almost as anxious but he needs to make sure Cale relaxes for this to go smoothly. He grasps at Cale’s shaft hoping some more stimulation will help. “Just focus on this, dongsaeng.”
Cale closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, easing the tension out. He listens to Alver, trying to train all his focus onto the warmth growing in his gut. He quivers and then opens his eyes. “Ok.”
Placing his head against the hole, Alver observes Cale’s face as he very slowly pushes in. Alver is sweating, the feeling already intense, but controls himself so he does not slam it all in at once. Cale’s brow is pinched, red-faced and panting softly, but there’s no indication of any pain.
It’s only a bit uncomfortable and Cale is relieved to find that it doesn’t really hurt. He certainly feels much more full than when the fingers were in him - a curious sensation. Steadily, Alver slides his dick in most of the way. He pauses, being agonizingly careful, and Cale is almost regretting his repeated insistence that it must not hurt. Of course I don’t want to be in pain, but he’s acting like I’m made of porcelain or something! Cale groans in his head. In a way, he appreciates that Alver is listening to him so well, but he’s really not that fragile.
Cale is reaching up, cupping Alver’s face with both hands and dragging him down to meet his lips. Before kissing him, he says, “You are going to take all day at this rate. I’ll be okay.”
In the breaths between their kisses, Alver laughs. “Saying this after threatening me. What do you want from me?”
Cale sighs as he rolls his eyes. “I guess I forgot my hyung-nim’s cautious personality.”
“I don’t think you understand how many times I’ve seen you weak and covered in blood, Cale. Also, I’d really rather not be on the other end of one of those ancient powers.”
That makes Cale wince. He can kind of see the impression that leaves on others, but he’s almost always been fine. Still, he guesses that’s better than Alver being too rough. “Well, I really am fine right now. You can… move.”
Alver gulps and then starts, moving languidly. It feels incredibly good and it’s finally clicking in his brain that, I’m fucking Cale right now. Even with the long preamble, it only feels real now that he’s in the act. He groans and grips tighter at Cale’s thighs.
The feeling of something thrusting into his ass is quite odd, Cale finds. Which makes sense since he’s never experienced it before. The discomfort is fading away and his body is slowly heating up all over. His brain can’t help but zero in on all points of contact, Alver’s hands almost burning into his thighs. It’s hot. So hot. It’s a bit similar to the fever of using Record but different in how it’s concentrated in his gut. And then the pleasure is finally starting to build, a heady feeling. When Alver’s thrusts become rougher, he can’t help the moan that comes out.
Cale’s labored breaths were already making it difficult for Alver not to go wild, but when he finally hears Cale moan, he loses his tight control. He starts going faster. Alver kisses at Cale’s neck, the stuttering gasps right next to his ear making him feel dangerously hot. He can’t help it, he needs to hear more. He bites at Cale’s neck harder than he intended, forgetting to heed Cale’s repeated warnings, but he is rewarded with a lovely whine.
Cale is feeling so, so good that when Alver bites at his neck, it doesn’t register as pain at all. He didn’t quite realize how good sex could feel. Alver hits somewhere that brings spots to his vision as he gasps. Oh. That’s all he can think, but what tumbles out of his mouth is, “There. Again.”
It’s so breathless and Alver is all but compelled to obey. He tries his best to aim at the same spot, Cale tossing his head back and groaning. Seeing Cale come apart because of him is amazing. He continues his new-found mission. Cale is gasping and panting, one hand going into Alver’s hair as the other wraps around a shoulder, as if anchoring himself. Alver feels like he’s going to go insane.
“You feel so good, dongsaeng.” He buries his face in the crook of Cale’s neck.
“Hnnn… Don’t. Don’t say t-that.”
“Mmm. You truly are out of it. You know that telling me that will just make me want to say more.”
Cale just tugs at Alver’s hair in lieu of an answer. It feels surprisingly good, Alver notes.
“Mm? Are you asking me to pull your hair?” He intentionally misinterprets.
“Oh. My god. Just. Just shut up.” Cale barely gets out between his pants.
Decidedly ignoring Cale, Alver continues. “The way you tighten around me when I hit you just right, it’s like you are rewarding me for a job well done.” He says lowly as he laughs. Ah, and that earns him the same reward. He groans.
Cale wishes he could think long enough to start his murder plan. Alas, all he can do is tighten his hold as it becomes harder and harder to control his moans. Alver puts one hand under his thigh and pushes it forward, testing the limits of his flexibility. However, the change in angle is worth it and he hums at the feeling.
Alver then suddenly slows down - his thrusts harder, deeper. The hits are gratifying and the pace is just a hair away from frustrating. He unintentionally whimpers and feels Alver smirk against his neck. Somehow, he is feeling even more hazy and he has a distant thought, What magic trick is this? Is this bastard somehow a sex wizard?
Alver just wanted to draw this out more and deliberately frustrate the man, but Cale’s reaction to this change is interesting. A lucky shot, really. It seems all he can do now is breathe and cling for dear life. Each thrust elicits a deep noise and a full body shudder. He continues this rhythm, Cale’s breathing becoming ragged.
He can’t think, Cale can’t think at all. He feels like he’s about to come but the feeling is so different than anything else he’s felt before. He tightens his trembling grip on Alver.
“H-hyung-nim…” He practically whines.
“Y… yes?” The way Cale is calling him intensifies the burn in his core.
“Hyung…” Cale can’t really say anything else, so overwhelmed, so close to coming.
“... Are you alright, Cale?” It really is hot the way Cale is calling for him as he clings, but he’s kind of concerned.
“Mmmm….” It takes a moment to process the words, and the thrusts have lessened which is not what he wanted. “Mmhm… keep… going…”
Alver catalogs in his mind that Cale seems to like it deep and slow, and resumes. Alver slots their mouths together and Cale’s grip locks him in place there. He’s panting into Alver’s mouth, trying his best to kiss back. One thrust punches out a breath. Another, a gasping inhale.
One more and Cale can feel the tight, blazing knot in his gut about to unravel. He says one last breathless, “Hyung,” and Alver’s thrusts and then the orgasm hits him. It’s white-hot, better than anything he’s felt before. His moan as he comes is guttural and long, shuddering all the while. Vision and hearing temporarily dulled, it kind of feels like his head empty. Perhaps it would be scary if he couldn’t feel Alver breathing against him.
Alver slows his thrusts until eventually stopping. He’s gawking at Cale who looks terrifyingly blissed out. He’s damp with sweat, hair slicked into curls along his face and neck. His lashes flicker beautifully before he takes a few long blinks. After a moment, Cale lessens his hold and Alver backs off. They stare at each other without moving, Cale’s chest rising and falling with heavy motions. Focus slowly coming back to his eyes, they suddenly widen, “Ah. Sorry, you didn’t get to come.”
That makes Alver bark out a laugh. He had honestly been so focused on Cale that he’d forgotten.
“Do you think you can handle it still?”
Cale breaks eye contact. “Mm, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not glass, just hurry up before I change my mind.” Cale says in annoyance.
Alver hesitates only a second longer before he leans back down. He grabs onto both of Cale’s legs and sets a pace more suitable for his tastes, which is evidently quite fast. Cale feels oversensitive down there but it’s not enough that it hurts. He grimaces slightly at the feeling. Still, watching Alver taking pleasure in his body causes his breathing to hitch even though he is not feeling up for a second go. Alver is groaning as he ruts into him, and then he’s asking as he pants, “Can I… come in you?”
That sounds kind of gross to deal with but he can tell Alver really wants to and just that fact has him flushing. He closes his eyes. “You have to clean it up.”
Alver thinks that Cale doesn’t realize the potential outcome of that, but he’ll take an excuse to touch Cale more. His hips stutter as he gets closer. Alver moans when he feels a weak clench and sees Cale is observing him with his head tossed to the side. He smiles mischievously at Alver as he does it intentionally this time, a little stronger, and Alver wonders if Cale knows how alluring he is with that cocky look on his face. Two can play at that game.
He holds Cale’s gaze with his own heated one, a sly grin on his lips. Alver puts one of Cale’s legs up on his shoulder and ghosts kisses along the inside of that leg, never breaking eye contact. Cale’s face scrunches up like he’s disgusted, but his quivers send a different message. Alver then earnestly chases his release, hand vise-like on the inside of Cale’s thigh. He thrusts a few moments longer before he climaxes with a choking sound.
Cale groans at the feeling of cum in his ass and kind of regrets it, but whatever. What’s done is done. Alver releases his legs and stills for a moment while he calms down. After his breathing returns to normal, Alver pulls out and plops next to him on the bed.
They lay there silently. Cale really wants to get cleaned up now and he’s about to speak up when Alver almost shyly places his hand over Cale’s. He flinches. Well now he feels like he can’t say anything and waits awkwardly for Alver to do - something . Cale is trying to figure out what’s going through Alver’s mind but for some reason can’t bring himself to look at him.
-Oh, how cute…
-Ooo, I think someone’s in love!
-Shhhh!
What? Who is in love? Are they talking about me? His expression pinches. Before he can think more about what they mean, Alver squeezes his hand a bit, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow so he can face him. Cale glances towards him.
After being stared at for a while, Cale looks at him questioningly. “What?”
Alver’s gaze flicks away. “Hm… Well.” Another squeeze of his hand.
Cale huffs out a breath and also turns onto his side. Instead of asking, he just raises a brow to show he’s waiting for Alver to continue. He can practically hear Alver gulp. What is he so nervous for?
Alver looks back at him. He raises their interlocked hands and puts the back of Cale’s hand against his lips. Cale’s eyes widen but he doesn’t pull away.
He’s feeling very confused by how Alver is acting. The shy touch, lips reverently placed to the back of his hand, eyes full of intense emotions, almost like he’s with a lover - and Cale is thinking about what the ancient powers were saying, about someone being in love , but… Why would someone be in love with him? There’s no way that’s true. His confusion must be visible on his face as Alver is chuckling softly, his breath warm against Cale’s hand.
Is it really possible?
Alver speaks, so quiet it’s nearly a whisper. “Dongsaeng. I…”
“Are you in love with me?” Cale blurts out.
Alver’s lack of response is answer enough. He can’t look at Cale, he just can’t. If Cale’s face shows any rejection he thinks he’ll be devastated.
“Why?”
What a question to ask. Alver’s brow pinches. He finally chances a glance at Cale’s face since at least he didn’t sound repulsed - he’s not pulling away. And what he finds almost makes him want to laugh. Cale looks like he just heard the bombshell of a lifetime, mouth hanging open dumbly.
“That’s… hard to answer. I just… find you so comfortable to be around… I can be myself with you. We can banter. You are so smart and so stupid and I never get tired of talking to you. And… and I know it’s not originally your body but I’ve always found you beautiful… but for my part I think that attraction is greatly affected by the soul that’s in it. I -” His rambling gets cut off by a hand smashing into his face. It doesn’t hurt but it startles him into looking back at Cale.
Cale’s free hand is covering his own face. “Wait… wait.” Alver obeys, watching him quietly.
Not only is Cale astonished by this revelation, but his ancient powers are being loud with their excitement and their, ‘ I told you so’ s. He’s wondering how Alver could say all those things, especially about someone like him. But it sounded so genuine. He groans, slowly lowering his hand from his face.
Alver sees Cale’s red, scrunched up face. Hears a silent, “...really, why?” He’s embarrassed. Cale is so utterly embarrassed and it’s really, really cute. “Why are you being so cute right now?”
Cale just groans again.
The silence stretches once more.
“I don’t… need an answer. I wasn’t really expecting anything.” Alver says, a bittersweet expression gracing his handsome features.
Cale sighs. He doesn’t hate this. In fact, it makes him feel warm and tingly and pretty damn happy. He wouldn’t say he… loves … Alver, but he likes him quite a bit. Does he think he could love him? He really doesn’t know. It’s hard for him to feel like he’s worthy of feelings like that. But he does know he hates seeing that expression on Alver’s face.
“Hm. I don’t… have a problem with how you feel. And I do…,” He feels his face warm, “...like you. I’m not sure about love. How different it is from liking. What I want to know is, do you… want something from this? Because I’m not against trying.” He pauses. “As long as you don’t go and try giving me duties because of it.” Cale is trying his best to be open so he allows a small and awkward, but genuine, smile to form.
Alver laughs brightly and pulls Cale towards him into a hug. “Don’t worry. I know how important your slacker dreams are to you.” He hasn’t said the words yet. He needs to say them. “I love you.” He peers into Cale’s eyes that are inches from his face. “Can I court you?”
Not quite liking those words, Cale gives a disgruntled look. “Court… sounds so annoying and superfluous. But yes. You can.” He pecks Alver’s lips, feeling strangely shy.
“Now. Can your Highness carry me to the bathroom? I’m sore and tired. Also, my ass feels absolutely disgusting.”
Alver flushes and does his bidding.
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They’ve gotten back into bed after cleaning up and are cuddled up together, Alver insistent on sticking as close as possible right now. Cale rests his head against Alver’s chest. Not a bad pillow. He feels the vibrations of Alver groan against his cheek. “What’s wrong now?”
“Hm. I was thinking about what we said about Eruhaben-nim earlier.”
“Ah.”
A pause.
“Well. Good luck.”