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The rain tapped one by one against the windows of the Super Rock Villa, creating a soft and rhythmic like a lullaby. A warm fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering gold across the wooden walls. The room smelled faintly of the chamomile tea Alberu had brewed just minutes ago.
Cale sat curled up on the couch in loose pajamas, legs tucked under a thick blanket, both hands wrapped around the warm mug Alberu had handed him. His hair was still slightly damp from a quick bath, strands falling over his forehead in sleepy waves. His body language was relaxed more than usual, and he looked peaceful in a way Alberu rarely got to see.
They were alone.
The kids decided to spend the night having a sleepover at the Castle of Light with Lord Sheritt. Rosalyn had borrowed Choi Han and Lock for a short urgent research expedition, dragging them off with no explanation. The villa had never felt this quiet before, no footsteps, no shouting, no Raon doing aerial stunts over the furniture. Just silence, warmth, and the quiet crackle of firelight.
Alberu sat beside Cale on the couch, not bundled up at all, one arm resting along the back cushion. He is in his true Dark Elf form right now since there's no one nearby anyway. His eyes drifted to Cale’s blanket-covered form and lingered there.
“You’ve claimed all the blankets and now my lap? A true tyrant,”
Cale didn’t look at him. “This feels cozy.”
“Hmh. You keep leaning into me like that and I’ll think you’re after something.”
Now Cale turned his head slightly, still sipping his tea. “And if I am?”
Alberu clicked his tongue. “Then I’ll have to charge you for using my lap as a pillow.”
A few more quiet sips passed between them before Alberu leaned in slightly, his voice dropping.
“You’re pouting. You do that when you want kisses, don’t you?”
Cale didn’t answer. Instead, he carefully set his almost emptied mug down, then shifted sideways on the couch, blanket slipping down from his lap.
He reached up, caught Alberu’s collar, and tugged him in close with a sudden, unhurried ease.
“Should we make the most of this night?” Cale murmured, his breath warm and intimate between them. “You said we have all of tomorrow too.”
Alberu grinned. “Who knew you’d turn this bold the moment the kids leave?” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss Cale’s bare shoulder just beneath the collar of his shirt.
Cale’s breath caught subtly, but he kept his voice steady. “I’m not bold,” he said. “I’m just not wasting a perfectly good chance.”
The teasing tension in the room melted into something deeper, and the quiet heat simmered beneath the surface.
Cale leaned in, lips brushing Alberu’s cheek, then his jaw. And Alberu responded by slipping a hand under the edge of Cale’s shirt. His palm met warm skin, and he hummed in appreciation.
“You’re already burning up.”
Cale responded with a quiet hum and arching into the touch just a little.
As Alberu slid his hand higher, fingers grazing over Cale’s ribs, he suddenly paused and sat up slightly.
“Shall I?”
Cale gave a small nod, and Alberu pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it carefully. Cale shifted to help him, and the fabric peeled away to reveal pale skin dappled in firelight, smooth and unmarred tonight.
But Alberu didn’t rush. His gaze trailed slowly over the line of Cale’s collarbone, the faint shadows between his ribs, the way his half-removed shirt slipped down one shoulder and pooled there, exposing porcelain skin and strands of red hair curling down against it.
“Damn,” Alberu murmured with a smirk, not bothering to hide his admiration.
Cale raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’ve seen me shirtless countless times before.”
“This is different,” Alberu said. His hand brushed Cale’s bare side, fingers deliberate. “Only when we have some spare time like this. When it’s just us, I get to look.”
“Pervert.”
“Guilty,” Alberu let out a small laughter, leaning in again.
He kissed Cale’s now-bared shoulder, slow and lingering.
Then again, lower this time. And again.
Cale sighed, soft and quiet, letting the tension drain from his shoulders.
Alberu’s hand slid further up his torso, thumb grazing a nipple just enough to make Cale tense slightly. His other hand slipped behind Cale’s back, guiding him gently as he drew their bodies closer.
“You’re beautiful,” Alberu said simply, right into Cale’s ear.
Cale didn’t say anything at first, just leaned in and pressed his lips to Alberu’s jaw.
Then, with a small smirk: “You should say that while fucking me.”
Alberu exhaled sharply, half laugh, half arousal.
“Oh, my dongsaeng,” he’s having the expression that if Raon is here he would probably say it looks even more evil than their usual scammy smiles. , his voice dropping a note deeper, “don’t tempt me before I even get you to the bed.”
Cale only pulled him in by the shirt again, his voice husky against Alberu’s lips. “Then don’t waste time.”
Cale pulled back slowly, breathing hard, strands of spit connecting his lips to Alberu’s flushed ones. His chest rose and fell with each shaky inhale, and his eyes were glassy, flushed cheeks, red lips, hair sticking to his forehead from the heat of it all.
Alberu looked down at him with a kind of reverent awe.
“…You’re dangerous,” he said quietly, hand cupping Cale’s cheek.
Cale huffed a breathless laugh. “You’re welcome.”
Alberu leaned forward, brushing Cale’s damp hair back gently before bending down further, arms slipping under Cale’s arms and thighs in one smooth motion.
Cale didn’t protest. He let himself be lifted, body pliant and warm against Alberu’s chest, his cheek resting just below Alberu’s collarbone.
“I could’ve walked.”
“I know,” Alberu replied, nuzzling his hair. “But I wanted to hold you.”
A soft beat passed between them as Alberu lowered Cale back onto the bed. He laid Cale out among the pillows, kneeling beside him as he looked down.
His shirt was still halfway on, slipped off one shoulder, crumpled around his arms and lower back, also exposing the soft curve of Cale’s hip.. His red hair spilled across the pillow, vivid against the pale of his skin, and his eyes were half-lidded, still dazed from everything.
Alberu stared openly.
“…You’re beautiful,” he said again, but this time it was quieter.
Cale shot him a smirk “You said it twice.”
“I’ll say it again.”
Alberu reached for the loose shirt and began to slide it fully off, letting his fingertips trace the soft dips and lines of Cale’s torso along the way.
Cale’s chest rose as he breathed in, skin flushing further under Alberu’s gaze. The hand that had been petting his hair now ghosted down to stroke his side, fingertips brushing just above his hip, then back up to rest lightly over one nipple.
Cale exhaled shakily. “You gonna keep staring, or…?”
He tilted his head and glanced up at Alberu, who was sitting at the edge of the bed, shirt hanging open, pants already loosened.
His cock stood half-hard between his thighs, flushed at the tip and twitching slightly.
Alberu bent down and kissed his chest after noticing Cale’s lazy glances. Then reaching out with one hand to brush Cale’s messy red hair off his forehead. “You look like you’re plotting something.”
“I am,” Cale murmured softly, before pressing a slow kiss to the inside of Alberu’s thigh. “And you’re going to like it."
That earned a low chuckle.
Alberu’s fingers slipped beneath the blanket to find Cale’s bare chest. His thumb circled a nipple, barely grazing, enough to draw a sharp breath from Cale’s lips. Cale twitched under the touch but didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned closer.
His hand slid over Alberu’s length after pulling down his pants and underwear. Cale’s fingers wrapping around it with deliberate slowness. A soft stroke, then another, teasing the head with the pad of his thumb.
He kissed the base of Alberu’s cock, then the side of it, warm tongue flicking out briefly.
Alberu exhaled through his nose, low and controlled. His other hand trailed down to Cale’s waist and wrapped gently around his cock, matching Cale’s rhythm, giving him back every stroke he was receiving.
Cale let out a sharp sigh, eyes fluttering as Alberu’s thumb grazed his tip, then tightened his grip on Alberu’s length and finally licked along the underside in one slow drag.
Alberu rewarded him by flicking at his nipple while his fingers reached down to Cale’s cock. He could feel the twitch in Cale’s hips, the quiet tension building.
“You’re already so hard,” he murmured against Cale’s chest. “Are you really this turned on from touching me?”
Cale didn’t answer. He just licked at Alberu’s tip, slow and steady, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently, just the head. His hand continued stroking the base, lazy but firm.
“Dear, dear,” Alberu muttered, resting a hand on Cale’s head while observing him.
Cale gave another slow suck, then pulled back and licked the slit, watching Alberu’s stomach twitch. “You like watching me like this?” he asked quietly, voice low and husky.
Alberu looked down at him, his expression dark and fond.
“I love watching you like this.” Then he ran his fingers through Cale’s hair again, pushing some strands behind his ear, and murmured, “But I think you’re ready for more, aren’t you?”
Cale didn’t answer, not with words. He sat up slowly, giving Alberu’s cock one last flick of his tongue. Then, with a lazy stretch and a glint in his eye, he slid off the bed and onto the floor.
Alberu, without being asked, reached behind him and tugged a pillow off the bed. He dropped it in front of him wordlessly, and Cale settled onto it with his knees.
Now positioned between the Dark Elf’s legs, Cale placed both hands on his knees for balance, then leaned forward.
His lips parted, and he took the tip of Alberu’s cock into his mouth, slow and deliberate. His tongue circled it once, then he pushed down further, his jaw relaxing, breath steady. Alberu let out a quiet hiss through his teeth, eyes darkening as he watched his dongsaeng work.
“Gosh… You’re good at this,” Alberu murmured, one hand drifting to Cale’s hair. Not to push, just to feel. His other hand settled over Cale’s nape, thumb tracing slow, grounding circles as Cale sank deeper.
He managed to take nearly all of it, gagging only once before adjusting the angle. His breath came out slow through his nose. Then he pulled back just a little, only to sink back down again, cheeks hollowing, throat flexing.
Alberu’s hips twitched in response, an involuntary movement. “Cale…” He glanced down, and what he saw made his breath catch.
Cale, kneeling so obediently on the pillow, eyes closed in deep concentration, tongue and throat working around him with growing rhythm.
But Alberu wanted more.
“Cale,” he said roughly, voice ragged. His thumb brushed under Cale’s chin, coaxing. “Look at me…”
Cale paused for only a moment and then cracked his eyes open, gaze flicking up to meet Alberu’s.
Alberu’s chest rose with a sharp inhale.
Gods. Those eyes are glassier than usual, lashes fluttering at the edges of his slightly teary gaze, flushed cheeks, saliva glistening on his lips, mouth stretched wide, and he still looked calm. Controlled. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to him.
His mouth was full, lips stretched around the base of Alberu’s cock, and yet he moaned as he met Alberu’s eyes. A soft, wrecked noise that sent a wave of pleasure through Alberu’s gut.
The vibration tore a groan from Alberu’s chest. His grip in Cale’s hair tightened just slightly as his hips stuttered forward.
“Fuck,” Alberu growled.
His hand tightened in Cale’s hair, more out of desperation than control. “I’m gonna-dammit, I’m cumming. Pull back-”
Cale didn’t stop. He slid down again, taking Alberu all the way to the base and stayed there.
Alberu’s voice caught. “Cale--ngh, wait--”
Cale didn’t even give Alberu the chance to stop him. His throat pulsed just once more before Alberu finally came, hips jerking helplessly as he spilled deep inside that hot mouth.
Alberu let out a broken curse, head falling back, hand clenching into Cale’s hair as he came in thick waves down Cale’s throat.
Even then, Cale didn’t pull away.
He kept Alberu deep in his throat, swallowing around him with measured control. Then finally, he pulled back, slow and slick, lips releasing him with a soft pop.
Alberu collapsed back slightly, one hand on his thigh, the other covering his eyes as he tried to get his heartbeat under control.
“Gods, you--” he started, hoarse, but Alberu still tried again , voice ragged. “Spit it out. You don’t have to-”, but then froze when he looked back down.
Cale tilted his head up to him, lips slightly parted.
And then, wordlessly, he opened his mouth, showing off the thick streaks of cum still on his tongue, coated and glistening, a mess of cum pooling just behind his teeth too.
Alberu could only stare, breath caught in his throat.
Then Cale closed his mouth again and swallowed with a visible motion in his throat.
He licked the corner of his lips clean. And smirked.
All of that, with eye contact.
Alberu’s jaw clenched hard as a groan tore out of him again, guttural and overwhelmed.
“You-!!” he managed, voice wrecked. “You little menace---”
Alberu exhaled sharply and grabbed his wrist, forced but gently enough. “Get on the bed, we’re not done,” Alberu is also smirking now. “Lie back.”
Cale raised an eyebrow. “Oh my, you’re ready again already?”
“Oh, you’ve ruined any chance of me resting tonight, my sweet dongsaeng,” Alberu said, voice full of fire. “Now lie down. I’m not done worshipping you yet.”
Alberu’s one hand gripped his waist as he guided him back onto the bed, gently pushing him down onto the sheets, body flush with afterglow and anticipation.
“Lie back,” he repeated, voice already thick with want.
Cale obeyed, breath uneven, red hair fanned across the pillow, the tip of his tongue still brushing the corner of his mouth as if tasting what was left of Alberu.
Alberu climbed over him slowly, like a man reverent of the altar he was about to worship. He straddled Cale’s thighs, leaned in and caught one nipple with his mouth, warm and wet and sudden.
Cale gasped, hips twitching up.
At the same time, Alberu pinched the other nipple between thumb and finger, rolling it just hard enough to draw a helpless moan from Cale’s throat.
“You’re so sensitive here,” Alberu murmured, voice half-lidded and low against his skin. “I barely have to touch you…”
“You’re the one who--hah-keeps doing it,” Cale couldn’t stop his voice, and he even let out another whimper when Alberu sucked a little harder.
He didn’t stop there. Alberu’s lips traced downward, across Cale’s flushed chest, past the center of his stomach where the muscles twitched beneath his tongue. His hands gripped Cale’s thighs, spreading them slightly, gently, possessively.
Cale’s cock was already solid-hard again from all the kissing and sucking, flushed and twitching against his stomach. His body trembled beneath each kiss.
And then Alberu looked up at him, eyes dark and gleaming.
“Spread your legs for me, dongsaeng.”
Cale bit his lip, but still did as he was told, slowly bending his knees and letting them fall open. He brought his hands up to clutch the sheets beside his head.
Alberu’s fingers sparkled briefly with gold.
A warm sensation flickered against Cale’s entrance, that was definitely lube which Alberu made with his magic, slick and heated, spreading with gentle pressure. Alberu massaged the area with two fingers, not entering yet, just rubbing slow, coaxing circles.
And then his mouth joined the party. Alberu leaned in and pressed a kiss to the inside of Cale’s thigh. Then another, higher.
Cale cried out softly when he felt Alberu’s tongue lick right over his rim.
His whole body jolted. “Alberu---!”
“Shh,” Alberu said between licks, voice muffled and warm. “You’re doing so well. Let me take care of you.”
His tongue circled Cale’s entrance again, slow, deliberate and teasing. Then his fingers pressed forward, one sliding in slick and warm from the lube, the other gently stretching alongside.
Cale’s back arched off the bed. His breathing turned ragged, thighs trembling from the dual sensation.
Alberu’s fingers curled inside him while his mouth stayed busy sucking and licking around the sensitive rim, dragging Cale deeper into the haze.
“Ah- I can’t..!!” Cale gasped, his voice cracking on the words.
Alberu groaned softly against him. “You sound so damn erotic like this.”
He added a third finger, slow and careful, scissoring slightly, and Cale moaned again, his voice desperate, slick noises filling the room between each gasp.
His cock throbbed untouched, twitching against his stomach, but all he could focus on was the burn and bliss spreading from where Alberu touched him.
“I want you inside,” Cale said, voice raw, breathless. “Now--Alberu-please.”
Alberu pulled back with a slick sound, mouth wet, chin glistening. A devilish smug appeared on his face as he lean closer to Cale, “Stick out your tongue”
Cale did and they entered a kiss, while their tongue still tasting like each other’s skin, lips dragging against his with slow reverence.
Alberu kissed him deeply, soft and slow, making sure to devour all the whimpers coming from Cale’s mouth.
Cale’s body was flushed and trembling beneath him, skin slick with sweat, thighs parted wide and twitching from everything Alberu had done to him so far.
When their lips parted, Alberu was already coating himself with lube, moving with practiced ease.
Then he positioned himself between Cale’s legs, pushing them open just a little wider as he leaned in close. One of his hands found Cale’s fingers threading through and squeezing. The other cupped his waist, stroking the sharp line of his side with gentle reverence.
“Ready?” he asked softly.
Cale gave a shaky nod.
“I’ll be nice to you, it’s been a while since the last time we did this together,” Alberu leaned down to kiss his forehead.
Then the Dark Elf pushed in, slowly, carefully, watching every twitch, every shift in Cale’s expression.
Cale’s jaw dropped in a breathy moan. “Fuck…”
Alberu reached out and tucked the strands of hair that were stuck to Cale's face behind his ear, “Breathe, Cale.”
He went inch by inch, careful not to overwhelm, until he was fully seated inside. Their hips pressed together, heat crackling in the space between their bodies.
Cale’s eyes were glassy when he finally looked up at Alberu. His fingers squeezed Alberu’s hand tight.
“We have all night to ourselves,” Alberu said, brushing his thumb against Cale’s cheek.
Cale rubbed his head lightly against his hand, his voice was already wrecked, and breathless, “Then don’t hold back...”
“I want you to ruin me tonight.”
Alberu’s restraint snapped like a thread.
He pulled back, slowly at first, and thrust in again, deep, unhurried. The friction made Cale moan aloud, head tilting back against the pillow.
His rhythm was smooth but purposeful, hips rocking into Cale with force to make the bed creak beneath them.
Cale’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Every thrust pushed a desperate noise from his lips, half moan, half gasp.
Then Alberu leaned down, mouth latching onto one of Cale’s nipples again, sucking and licking in tandem with each deep stroke.
That did it.
Cale’s body tensed beneath him. His cock, untouched between their stomachs, built up from all the foreplay, twitched uncontrollably, then pulsed hard as he came, hot and wet between them.
He choked out a moan of Alberu’s name, voice cracking.
Alberu stilled, panting above him, fingers curled tight in the sheets beside Cale’s head. His cock throbbed deep inside as he watched Cale unravel, chest slick and heaving, red hair clinging to his sweat-damp temples, lips parted around shallow gasps.
Then Cale’s hand, shakily rose and pressed against his chest.
“Stay still,” he breathed out, voice wrecked and trembling. “Just… gimme a sec--” His legs, still hooked tight around Alberu’s waist, his inside keeps spasmed with overstimulation. His whole body shivered beneath him.
Alberu tried his best to calm himself down for his dongsaeng sakes. He really did.
But then he looked down.
At Cale’s flushed face, tear-glossed eyes, the cum still warm between their stomachs, and his abused nipples rising and falling with every shallow breath.
And something inside Alberu snapped.
“You expect me to stop,” he rasped, lowering his face to Cale’s neck, “When you look like this?”
He pressed a kiss to Cale’s throat, hot, open-mouthed, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue.
“You’re trembling. Whimpering. Fucking dripping, and still so tight around me I can barely breathe,” his voice dropped to a growl, “...and you want me to stop?”
He rolled his hips once, deep. Sharp. Controlled.
Cale cried out, high and strangled, thighs jerking violently. “Alberu-!”
But Alberu didn’t stop. His hips snapped forward again, then again, pushing into the heat and tightness with raw force, every thrust hitting deep and deliberate.
“You said I could ruin you,” Alberu growled into Cale’s ear, teeth grazing the shell. “So lie there, dongsaeng, and take it.”
Cale sobbed, back arching off the mattress. “Fuck--Alberu, please--I just came--!!”
Cale moaned, legs tightening around him, hands scrambling for grip, his shoulders, his back, anything. His nails raked down Alberu’s spine, leaving hot, red streaks.
Every thrust now was brutal, precise, ravenous. The bedframe shook beneath them, the headboard knocking faintly against the wall.
Cale’s words dissolved into incoherent gasps, his throat too tight, too raw from moaning Alberu’s name over and over again.
Alberu kissed him hard, biting his lip this time, swallowing his cries, hips slamming into him without mercy.
“You wanted this,” Alberu whispered, still moving, still pounding. “You knew exactly what you were asking for.”
Cale is now broken and breathless. But Alberu was also right.
His whole body burned, his chest slick, nipples raw, stomach smeared with his own cum. Alberu was relentless above him, hips slamming into him over and over, mouth pressed against Cale’s neck, breathing like he was barely holding himself together.
Alberu fucked him through the overstimulation, through the haze of afterglow and back into need, until Cale was trembling again, begging under his breath, voice cracking, swearing at him through tears and sweat and want.
Cale came again, body arching, a broken cry tearing from his throat. Cum spurted across his own chest and Alberu’s stomach, the second orgasm tearing through him harder than the first. His entire body seized up, spasming beneath Alberu as his world went white.
But Alberu didn’t stop.
“Look at you,” he chuckled, voice half-gone.
Cale whimpered beneath him, limp but still clinging. Alberu leaned down, kissed the wet streaks on his cheeks, then bit into the curve of his neck as he gave one final thrust, deep, grinding in, cock pulsing hard.
He came with a guttural groan, buried to the hilt, heat spilling inside Cale in thick waves. Alberu gasped, hips trembling, holding Cale down as he emptied himself.
Cale sobbed again, overwhelmed, his nails dragging weakly across Alberu’s back.
For a moment, all that remained was ragged breathing. Alberu slumped forward, forehead against Cale’s shoulder, both of them trembling, sweat-slick and tangled.
Cale could feel it.
The heat. The way Alberu’s release filled him. He gasped when Alberu finally pulled out, slow, careful, but it was too much, and cum started leaking from him immediately, thick and warm and visible.
Cale let out a high-pitched gasp, body flinching again from the sensation.
Alberu sat back on his heels, gaze flicking down.
Cale’s below, stretched wide and swollen, fluttered slightly leaking thick white between his thighs, dripping down over the sheets.
Alberu groaned softly at the sight, raking a hand through Cale’s hair. “You’re a mess.” Then he cupped Cale’s cheek, brushing back damp hair from his face again. “Cale… are you okay?”
Cale blinked up at him, eyes glassy but warm. His lips parted, and his answer came softly.
“Yeah…I’m good.” He swallowed, then added with a lazy, lopsided smile. “That was really good.”
Alberu chuckled under his breath, relieved.
But before he could shift away, Cale wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down again. His body was still trembling, messy between the legs, sweat cooling on flushed skin.
“Don’t go,” Cale murmured. “Not yet.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” Alberu said with a small smile on his face, voice softer now.
Cale leaned up and kissed him, it was lingering. Nothing frantic, just heat and comfort mingled together.
But that was enough to spark the ache again.
Because Cale whimpered into the kiss as Alberu kissed back, hips shifting upward instinctively. He was still so open, Alberu’s cum slowly leaking out onto the sheets beneath them. He was sore, but not done.
And Alberu could feel the subtle shift in Cale’s breath, the tension creeping back into his fingers as they tugged gently at Alberu’s hair.
When they broke apart, Alberu looked at him closely.
“You want more?” he asked, voice a little strained, already hardening again between them.
Cale didn’t speak as a response. He just raised one leg slowly, parting his thighs with a soft breath. Then, hand trembling slightly, he reached down between his legs and spread himself open, fingers crawling at his own thigh, the below was slick and raw and still so wet from before.
He looked Alberu in the eye. “I want you.”
Alberu surged forward, kissing him hard, already reaching down to guide himself back in.
“Gods,” he muttered when their lips pulled apart. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Cale smirked, breath hitching as Alberu leaned in close again. “Then lose your mind already.”
—
They didn’t stop at just one more round.
The night blurred into a haze of heat and breathless kisses, sweat-damp sheets tangled around their legs, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Every time Cale thought he’d had enough, that he couldn’t possibly take more, Alberu somehow drew out another gasp, another cry, another shuddering climax out of him.
At one point, Alberu shifted them easily, manhandling Cale to let him lie face down and hip up.
Cale barely had the strength to stay up though. His arms trembled from crawling at the sheet, thighs aching, but then Alberu was behind him, one hand gripping his waist, the other pressing between his shoulder blades to keep him down.
And his thrusts were hard, fast, unrelenting. Cale thought his Alberu turned into a heated animal. And at some point, Cale couldn’t even form words anymore. Just helpless gasps, high-pitched whimpers, and sharp curses muffled into the sheets.
But Cale managed to buckle his elbows up once, thighs trembling violently, and Alberu had to catch his waist to keep him up.
“Can’t…” Cale panted, body rocking forward with every thrust. “I can’t-my legs…”
Alberu stilled, chest heaving behind him, lips brushing over the curve of Cale’s shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”
Cale shook his head, still panting. “No--just-” he turned his face, red hair sticking to flushed skin, voice barely there. “I wanna see you.”
Alberu stilled for only a heartbeat, then pulled out with care, leaning in to kiss Cale’s spine before shifting him back onto his back.
And when he pushed in again, their hands were interlocking, and Cale was looking right at him, eyes still glassy, lips parted, body trembling, but present. He started slow again.
—
At some point, hours later, it had to be hours, Cale lay flat on his back, mind half-blank, vision hazy with tears and overstimulation.
He stared up at the ceiling, chest heaving, too gone to speak. His thighs ached. His voice was hoarse. His whole body pulsed with a soreness that felt like being burned alive and kissed better at the same time.
“Fuck,” he croaked, breathless. “I think I’m gonna faint.”
Alberu, still pressed against him, only laughed softly and pleased and not the least bit winded.
Cale turned his head slightly, glaring at him through half-lidded eyes.
“What the hell are you made of,” he whispered, voice wrecked. Just then Alberu leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“You started it, Cale.”
Cale didn’t have the energy to argue. And he was still clinging to him anyway.
—
By the time they finally stopped, actually stopped, they were a mess.
The air was thick and humid, heavy with sweat and the lingering scent. The sheets of Cale’s bed were tangled, damp, and completely ruined, maybe Cale would make Alberu buy him a new one soon. Faint stains marked where Cale had come again and again, and where Alberu had spilled inside him just as many times.
The blanket they’d started under was bunched somewhere near the foot of the bed, kicked off during one particularly intense round. Pillows were strewn in every direction, one on the floor, another barely hanging off the edge.
Cale lay sprawled across the mattress, utterly spent.
His thighs were trembling, sticky with dried and fresh cum both. His chest rose in shaky, uneven breaths, still flushed from effort, nipples puffy and sensitive from so much attention. Bite marks and hickeys peppered his collarbone and neck, some darkening already, some wet with fresh kisses.
Between his legs, his hole was red and raw, gaping slightly, flushed and slick with everything Alberu had filled him with. It dripped steadily, leaving a messy trail down the inside of his thighs, pooling faintly beneath him.
His limbs twitched every so often with aftershocks, but he didn’t move. Well, couldn’t move.
Beside him, Alberu finally dropped down onto the bed fully, also bare and flushed, though far less destroyed-looking than his dongsaeng. His fingers gently brushed strands of damp hair away from Cale’s sticky forehead.
Cale blinked at him slowly. His voice, when he finally managed it, was a croak
“I’m never letting you near tea and a quiet evening again.”
“I made the tea to relax you,” Alberu said, deadpan.
“You broke me,” Cale muttered.
“Technically, you asked for more.”
“Tch.” Cale let his head flop back onto the pillow with a groan.
Alberu reached out, trailing two fingers down the inside of Cale’s thigh, light enough to make him shiver again. He stopped near his entrance, watching as another thick glob of cum slipped out, slow and wet, smearing down over pale skin already flushed and blotched from earlier.
“I didn’t think you’d take it all,” Alberu said softly, more to himself than anything.
Cale scoffed, voice hoarse. “You didn’t give me a choice.”
He could feel it dripping out of him. Every slow pulse, every warm trickle of Alberu’s cum sliding down his skin, soaking into the sheets beneath him.
Alberu chuckled softly beside him but didn’t tease. Instead, he leaned over the edge of the bed and took the tissue box nex to Cale’s bed. He sat up on his knees and moved between Cale’s legs with quiet focus.
“You’ll feel better once I clean you up a little,” he murmured, voice softer now, calm.
Cale just hummed, too drained to argue, too sore to pretend he didn’t want it.
Alberu gently eased his thighs further apart, one hand firm but tender on Cale’s knee. His eyes drifted down again to the red, used hole still stretched open, glistening as another slow drip escaped and slid down toward the sheets.
The first pass of the tissues was slow and gentle, dragging up Cale’s thigh, wiping away the worst of the slick. Cale flinched when it brushed too close, overstimulated, but Alberu hushed him with a quiet, “Easy now.”
He cleaned between his legs next, careful to dab instead of rub where the skin looked sore. When he finally reached lower, he pressed one hand lightly to Cale’s hip and used the tissues to tenderly catch what was still leaking from him softly and slowly, careful not to push or dig too deep.
They lay there for a few quiet minutes letting Alberu handle the cleaning.
Cale’s voice cracked the quiet.
“…There’s cum in my hair.”
Alberu paused, then looked down at the red strands plastered to Cale’s flushed cheek. His brows lifted slightly.
“…Yes.”
Cale’s face twisted into a grimace. “And the sheets. And the pillows…?”
Alberu glanced around—the evidence was everywhere. He sighed through a faint chuckle. “Yes, yes, that was…my bad.”
Cale groaned and pressed his face into Alberu’s chest with a pitiful whimper. “I don’t think I can walk, let alone strip the bed.”
“I’ll handle it, you just get to the bath.” With no further warning, Alberu shifted and gathered Cale into his arms, bridal style. Cale yelped and instinctively latched onto his shoulders, but didn’t resist. He just slumped against Alberu’s chest, exhausted and sticky and still leaking faintly down one thigh.
“This is so undignified,” he muttered, legs dangling.
“You’re naked, covered in cum, and your hair’s stuck to your forehead,” Alberu replied dryly. “I think dignity left a few hours ago.”
Cale let out something between a laugh and a dying groan.
He set Cale down carefully on the edge while he adjusted the temperature, then reached for a fresh towel.
“You soak,” he said, kissing the top of his head. “I’ll go change the sheets.”
“You’re a monster.”
“You liked it.”
Cale sank into the steaming bath with a hiss and sigh, muscles unclenching one by one as the heat hit his sore legs and hips. Alberu leaned down, kissed his temple, and murmured, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
By the time he returned to the bathroom, he paused when heading back toward the bath chamber.
The mirror above the washbasin caught him at just the right angle. He stopped.
His chest was littered with bruised kisses, pale bite marks along one side. His hips bore faint red streaks where Cale had dug in with trembling fingers. He turned slightly just to see his back was covered in red scratches, dragging from shoulder to waist.
That would be sore tomorrow. He looked like sin.
And he wasn’t getting into those crisp sheets like this.
When he stepped into the bath chamber again, Cale cracked one eye open. “You take longer than I thought.”
Alberu stepped into the tub, the warm water lapping up over his thighs as he sank in beside him with a relieved sigh.
Cale turned his head lazily to look. His lips quirked.
“You look like you got mauled.”
“I did,” Alberu replied flatly, settling his back against the smooth stone. “By a certain clingy, greedy dongsaeng who nearly bit my shoulder off.”
Cale only hummed as a reply, definitely saying he deserved all of that.
The water lapped gently around them, warm and steady. Steam curled toward the ceiling, clinging to their skin.
Alberu leaned back against the edge of the deep tub, arms resting along the rim, his dark hair slicked back and dripping. His muscles ached in a way that was satisfying.
Cale sat between his legs, back pressed to Alberu’s chest, his head resting over the other’s shoulder. His shoulders were loose, posture utterly relaxed. Only steam and soft breathing.
Alberu ran his hands down Cale’s sides in slow, rhythmic motions, palms smoothing over warm skin, careful near the bruises he’d left earlier. He ghosted his fingertips down Cale’s stomach, not to tease, but to soothe.
Cale made a quiet noise in the back of his throat which barely audible, but it wasn’t a protest.
He let Alberu hold him, “You’re washing my hair next.”
“Was planning to.”
They didn’t need to say much else.