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Pinning the Red-Hair down
Alver is jealous. After all, Cale likes the treats White Star is giving the former more than his. He can’t take it.
Cale Henituse is his.
Removing his treasured disguise necklace, Alver flicked off the light and pushed the unguarded Cale against the wall.
“what the fu – .”
His framed face fell on the smaller man’s face. Gripping the red hair's chin with gentle force while their lips met for a kiss. He bit at Cale’s bottom lip, tugging his face, commanding him to follow his lead while swallowing all his protest with a deep kiss. He walked backward, gripping the slender waist close without the intention of letting go. Deeper into the darkness, in his darkness making Cale submit to his bestial strength.
He weaved his fingers into the soft rust of red hair and tilted Cale’s face to his dominion. Passionately, deep, like a lowly insect in his arms like a cage.
“Your Highness – .” The sweet choked moan from his kiss sounded so sweet for him. He turns and slammed Cale’s back on the bed’s pillar, harder than before. The groan he forced out from his lips excites him. No frames, just clawing kisses and unbridled hands slowly taking off the offending clothing.
He kissed him deeply until the protests died in silence. His fingers dug on the supple chest as he eats the perky nipples through the shirt. Kissing, pecking, kissing again reverently, like a god he’d worship but glass to touch. He groans breathed out into the obscurity he created. Red hair splayed beautifully before him.
“Cale.”
“s… stop…”
Alver couldn’t stop. He breathed out sharply, his fangs grew less and less forgiving.
They both fell on the soft mattress but the dark elf continued to gnaw at the pale skin before him.
“I like you.” He breathes, earning a beautiful trembling from the man underneath.
“I want you.” He whispered on the red-hairs ears before nibbling on the curves of the lobes.
“mine.” His fingers ran up and back down the front of Cale’s chest, back to his waist. He wasted no time unclasping Cale’s belt, plucking it from the lops as he singlehandedly pull everything down.
“Beautiful. My beautiful crazy bastard.” He praises. His fingers run on Cale's neck to his lips. The redhead is no longer protesting. Cale just beautifully lay on the mattress half-clothed in the mess he made.
Feverishly, he tore Cale’s pants open to reveal the shy erection. He smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer, gentler, and slower than before.
“This is wrong.”
“what’s wrong with this? I am confessing my love.”
Cale did not reply. Alver buried his head on Cale’s shoulders. Kissing, marking, leaving the proof of his own on this man. He held Cale’s girth in his hand, stroking it along with his.
“hyung…” Cale is crying. He forced him to cry.
“shh.” He comforted the redhead trembling in his hand, “you are mine… tell me you are mine.”
Cale did not respond. He hates it and hated it like this.
He felt the small arms on his broad chest, tightening its hold on his sleeves. “Hyu ~ ng!”
“don’t keep it, Cale… I want to hear you, Cale.”
The suppressed moans triggered him even more.
He raised himself and continued kissing the redhead's body with affection. Reaching the lower part, sunk himself on the half-erect member, earning the most beautiful moan of the night. His finger lubed with the scented oil prodded on the tight hole.
One finger… two… He continued his assault while listening to the beautiful music that Cale’s making right now.
“Hyung… ah… hmmph!”
Faster yet gentle. Alver pulled his fingers from the pinkish hole. He began removing all his clothes without removing his mouth from Cale’s member. Sucking, kissing, making him feel lust, enough for Cale to desire him.
He stopped. His body, thicker and broader, darker because of his race than Cale’s had been a source of unhappiness for him. Tonight, with the person he desires, he decided to embrace him.
“Your Highness!” Cale shrieked when he raised both his legs to his shoulder. The large member aimed at the pink hole and began sinking deeper into the redhead. “ah! Sto~p! it… hurts… hyung… hyung.. .please… stha~ap.”
Alver caressed Cale’s red hair to one side and began rubbing his abdomen with the other. Cale groans and cries added to his arousal.
Careful… don’t hurt him. He chanted like a mad man while slowly entering the redhead.
He sees Cale crying closing his eyes to avoid his gaze. He reaches down, Hugging the smaller man tighter.
“look at me.” He paused from his assault, “Cale… look at me.”
Cale opened his eyes and stared back at his brown eyes. He smiled, “look at me… don’t look away… just look at me.”
When Cale looked at him with clear yet clouded lust, Alver finally lose all rationality.
He slams himself in Cale’s deepest part.
He began pounding on the redhead.
“Hmmm! Hah! Ple~ase! Le-let me cum..." Cale pleaded. He earned a dark chuckle together with violent and powerful trusts of cock inside him.
'oh gods.' he muttered, feeling exposed and shamed.
"Good... You’re so good.” Alver uttered, capturing his lips for an open-mouth kiss.
His moans filled the room, lips crashed on his own, he felt their free hands stroking his member relieving the please he’s begging through all this.
With another powerful thrust, he came so hard, but the Alver is not finished yet.
"Ohhhh... Hah... Stop!" He pleaded through the rough pounding after cumming.
Until he felt the filling sensation inside him. Alver pulled out yet, letting every cum fill him. Cale buried his head on Alver’s shoulder until they are out of their high.
The crown prince slowly pulled out and gave him a warm cuddle on the couch.
Alver kissed him again with much fervor muffling every complaint with a kiss.
“love… you...” that’s the last memory he remembered before fainting in Hyung’s embrace.
He needs to punch this man tomorrow.
CALE x ROSALYN NEXT>>>