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Alberu Crossman is losing his mind.
Figuratively, of course.
His dongsaeng and instructor, being far too casual and handsy with him. Flaunting fair ivory skin underneath thin frilled clothes, or getting pinned under strong muscled arms during a spar for far too long. Taunting and stretching Alberu’s thinning emotions. He is not a monk, nor a saint, no matter how much his vassal and people praise him to be. Alberu has eyes as well, he’s heard what people have been calling them, the alluring androgynous commander and the powerful sculpted hero, and for once he agrees with the populace.
Individually they’re both a sight for sore-eyes, and together they’re just absolutely stunning. A blinding sight for anyone to see, walking masterpieces on earth. And everybody knows they’re a match made in heaven, two puzzle pieces perfectly slotted together. Soulmates in a literal sense, the proof scrawled across their skins.
Their love story is known far and wide, two heroes bound by fate, as time trickled down across their skin until they met one night. Alberu has seen it once, timers etched into their skin in ebony black and molten gold laced with umber brown, the time forever set in zeroes. If that wasn’t a clue for their love for each other, then the casual touches and worried looks thrown across each other, screams more than words can.
That’s why Alberu is losing his mind, those pointed looks and touches are now aimed at him. He will admit he has been—still is—attracted to them, beautifully stunning, witty and strong, and his attraction blooming into something more as he learned about their past and their present. They were already perfect and he’ll just be a wedge shattering their perfection by going in between them.
He is ambitious and greedy, but Alberu also understands his place, and it’s not between them. The place he should be is on the throne, to govern his people, and lead them to a new era. Love is nothing but a weakness for people who walk down this path. Alberu can now confidently speak out his heritage, but he knows not everyone will understand and he doesn’t want to let the both of them under that scrutiny. They’re the people’s light, their beacon of hope. And nothing is set in stone, opinions are easily changed by the most minor of things.
My head hurts.
Alberu thought, rubbing his temple as he signed with his right. The constant attention from the two and the bundle of work due to the aftermath of the war—this is all the White Star’s fault—he has been planted on his desk for weeks. His beloved dongsaeng is just casually sitting on the couch with him and consuming all the cookies he has for maintaining his blood pressure, although he probably doesn't need it with the constant stress he’s under. Although he’s thankful this time, Cale has the decency to properly dress himself for once.
“Where is the esteemed dragon, Raon-nim? It’s rare to see you alone, you’re both usually attached to the hip.”
Cale hummed absentmindedly, as he nibbled and sipped on his favorite tea, served by yours truly. “He’s staying with Sheritt-nim right now. It’s been awhile since the two had a private bonding time together, you know due to the White Star and all.”
Alberu nodded before sighing deeply, “I’m glad he’s having fun now, he’s an esteemed dragon but Raon-nim is still a kid, he deserves it after all the things that happened.”
“When’s the last time you slept, Your Highness?”
“Hyung-nim.”
“...hyung-nim.” Cale frowned a bit, to Alberu though he looks more like he’s pouting.
I want to kiss it off of him.
A voice in his mind whispered, as he stared for far too long on those plump lips. He has to shake his head to forcefully pull him out of that train of thought.
“Good, and to answer your question last night.” Cale was staring at him doubtfully, like he didn't believe him. “I slept on my bed for at least 4 hours. I’m not like you, dongsaeng. I take care of myself quite well.”
“You could have relegated those to your vassals though.”
“Well it would be more efficient if you agreed to be a minister.”
“No.” Cale answered immediately the moment Alberu ended his sentence.
“Then stop questioning why I’m doing all this, I’m just being a good hyung for my sweet beloved dongsaeng.” Alberu flashed him with a blinding smile, and Cale promptly looked away. Noticing but ignoring the flushed tips of his dongsaengs ears.
Heart, stop fluttering like a maiden, he’s not for me.
They both sat in a comfortable—questionable—silence. Only broken by Cale’s soft gasp as his grasp on the teacup slipped, spilling the content on himself. Alberu clicked his tongue, pulling out the handkerchief tucked inside his coat.
“Use this, stop burning your hand.” Pushing the folded clean cloth towards him. Cale grunting in response before—tried to—clean up the mess on him, before discarding it along with his shirt. Exposing snow white skin, the shield tattoo etched in his skin, gleaming and framing the flushed skin under gold with the sunlight filtering through the room. Cale was a sight to behold, Alberu’s own breath caught in his own chest. His hand unconsciously reached out to the sight before him, regretting the action right after as garnet eyes bore through him. Reeling like a man burned by a fire.
I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to leave—
Soft slender hands gently grabbed his wrist. Lidded crimson never leaves arctic blue, his wrist being tugged towards red lips, kissing his pulse and inside his palm, licking gloved fingers. Melting under the commander’s ministration, putty under his palms, pushing him back to the couch and mounting his lap, caging his sides with lithe legs.
“Hyung-nim.” Cale called in a breathless whisper. His fingers carding through blonde hair and cupping gorgeous fair skin. Reverently touching his skin like he was something to be worshipped and loved. Alberu’s hand trembled as it settled on Cale’s clothed hips, action confusing and arousing him all the same.
He felt warm fingers brush against his nape, unclasping his mother’s memoir, revealing his true form. Ebony black hair, luscious chocolate skin, and deep raven eyes.
“Beautiful.”
Cale breathed across his skin, his cherry eyes full of adoration, searching and mapping out the prince’s skin, as if it’s something he’s seeing all over again. His heart melted at the display.
You’re beautiful.
Alberu’s heart echoed, as warm fire lapped at his skin, framing his face with long silky strands. Supple lips ghosting across his skin, so close yet so far. Memorizing every crevice, and laugh lines across his skin. A distracting peck, having him spiral once again, soft and chaste against his.
“Gorgeous.”
You’re gorgeous.
Another across his fluttering lids.
“Handsome.”
You’re handsome.
Another on the tip of his nose, a chuckle bubbling through his chest, slipping past through his parted lips.
“Lovely.”
You’re lovely.
Cale smiled lovingly at him before whispering one last time.
“Mine.”
You are mi—
And back to his lips. Melting everything Alberu’s barely built, his sense of reason crumbling apart by a mere touch. His own emotions overflowed, as a moan slipped past his lips.
I know my place.
Alberu rested a calloused hand against ivory skin. “We can’t. You’re with Instructor—no, with Choi Han, we can’t no matter how frustrated yo—” Cale cutting him off with a finger to his lips, guiding him back to looking at him.
“I want you. We want you. For years now, ever since the first time we’ve met.”
The man admitted, an earth-shattering revelation for Alberu. Heart swelling with different emotions, spilling onto the floor.
A sarcastic laugh spilled out of him instead, “Dongsaeng please—no, Cale please stop joking around. This isn’t funny.” His body shaking, contradicting his words as he holds onto Cale’s waist tightly.
“I’m not joking, hyung. We want you. So… so much. Please let us show you. Let me show you how much we love you.
“Please.”
Alberu groaned in response, how can he deny Cale that when he asks so sweetly. If this was the first and last chance he can get to take him, he’ll take everything he can get. Alberu knows how this’ll end anyway. Leaning into temptation, capturing devil’s lips into his own, embracing the warmth seeping through layered clothes.
Skilled hands undressed him agonizingly slowly, slipping under silk and caressing every nook and cranny of Alberu’s rich mahogany skin. Revealing him like something precious, kissing every exposed skin he could get. His own kneading soft pecs, tweaking a rosy pink nipple. Cale is bucking up in his grasp, gasping in surprise, when their fronts accidentally brushed against each other.
“Hyung, more.” Cale begged with a sultry grind of his hips, eliciting a moan out of the both of them. Gripping the red haired man’s hips, and grinding back eagerly. A smirk dancing across Cale’s lips at his eagerness.
“Cale. Cale–” Alberu calling his name like a mantra as their slow grind continues, Cale making a frustrated noise, as Alberu wouldn’t make a move past him tweaking his swollen nubs. Petite fingers cupping Alberu’s hardened member through his clothes.
“...it’s as big as we’ve thought.” Cale murmured as he palmed him, a blush grazing his own dark skin.
“You’ve thought of this?” Alberu asked, as he grinds back onto his warm palm. “We did. Every night.” Cale unbuckled and pushed his own trousers down, exposing his hardened leaking cock.
Shocked by the display, lips parted as he watched Cale’s flush deepen, painting his skin in a beautiful scarlet color. Alberu’s hand brushing against those glossy lips, his rosy tongue sticking out invitingly, slipping the finger in the warm cavern of Cale’s mouth. The commander sucked like candy, laving his fingers with his tongue, brushing every crevice and sucking each digit thoroughly.
Pulling the same fingers behind him, and using Alberu’s fingers to rub his puckered hole. Alberu’s breath hitch as he looked at Cale with doubt, asking him.
“Are you sure?” Cale hummed approvingly, as he pushed his fingers inside him, sighing contentedly. “Yes…!” Thrusting and pushing their fingers deeper and deeper, Cale’s hips canting in response.
Cale’s warm breath tickles his ear, draping himself over him as he works himself open. Settling into each other’s skin continuing, exploring each other’s body. When they heard the telltale chime of the teleportation circle.
Oh fuck.
Alberu freezing like a deer in headlights, with him in his dark elf form, knuckle deep inside the continent’s renowned hero’s ass. Cale relaxed first, as he noticed who was inside the room, continuing his own ventures with his and Alberu’s fingers. A deep innocent voice flitted across the room,
“So you jumped him first, Cale-nim.”
“Well you’re taking your sweet ass time, I don’t think you pinning him down during training worked Han-ah.”
It did, dongsaeng.
Alberu mussed as he watched the two’s banter. Choi Han worked his way around the room, picking up the scented body oil—suspiciously—by Alberu’s bed stand. Then settling down by the couch’s arm, next to the both of them, dribbling the oil between Cale’s cheeks. Watching the cold oil coat their fingers, pulling Cale’s cheek apart, exposing his swollen hole for his own amusement.
“It’s cold!” Choi Han chuckled softly, as he settled down comfortably draping his muscular arm behind the couch near Alberu’s head. Humming appreciatively at the view, flush porcelain and hickory skin, mingled together.
“Please continue, Your Highness, Cale-nim.”
Alberu snapping out of his reverent trance, watching them. The clenching warmth of Cale’s inside and the eager push of another finger inside. Cale’s voice grew in pitch, whining louder, as if wanting to show off now that Choi Han was there.
Mirroring Cale’s sentiment, fucking him eagerly, spreading Cale’s inside more, the oil trickling inbetween his thighs, landing on Alberu’s dark pants. Cale whining and moaning more impatiently, Choi Han’s fingers carding through his silky onyx hair, kissing and nipping at coffee skin.
And in a sultry voice he whispered in the shell of Alberu’s ear,
“You can go harder on him, Your Highness. Cale-nim loves it rough.” Cale choked on a gasp in the nook of his neck. As thicker fingers breached his oiled hole, going bone limped and begging for more.
Dainty fingers cupped Alberu’s cheeks before soft plush lips crushing with his. Whining impatiently until he returned it softly, devolving into an open mouthed kiss. Alberu accepting the whirlwind pace the two were dragging him in, instead focusing on taking what he can get, because maybe—just maybe, it’ll be the last.
The last and the first. If this is going to ruin our relationship then I’ll keep this memory close to my chest.
He will grab into this like a lifeline, etch it into his mind, like a brand. Tucking it closely to his heart. Replaying it on the quiet nights, with nothing but a cold bed as company. So like a man on a mission, Alberu’s hand wandered towards midnight hair before tugging him closer, one handedly tugging the mysterious swordsman’s clothes off.
“Your Highness is so eager.”
Choi Han chuckled watching Alberu’s struggle and messy attempt, huffing in response, while pushing more of his fingers inside Cale’s pliant hole, practically fisting him with how many fingers were inside him.
“Please... please…Han-ah! Hyung!”
Playing with his liege’s hole and watching him squirm under their hands, molding him like clay, his noises consumed by their starved king. Before pulling out roughly, and standing. Disgruntling them both with the sudden change with a whine. Settling down behind Cale, pulling him flush to his chest.
Alberu hisses as Choi han promptly, pushes his trousers down, exposing his throbbing neglected act. Giving it a couple pumps before aligning it with Cale’s gaping hole. Cale gripping at his arm, whining high in his throat, impatient and greedy for more.
“Han-ah... hurry—ah!”
Moans escaped their lips, at the feeling of Alberu’s head pushing past the tight ring of muscle and the smooth glide to the base.
So warm…!
Alberu gripped Cale’s hip and Choi Han’s hand tightly, anchoring him in the onslaught of pleasure coursing through his veins. Choi Han uses his strength and Cale’s weight as leverage, helping Cale ride his cock.
“Fuck!” A curse escaping past his lips, the view of his precious sword master and commander, deeply entangled in each other. Ruby red mixing with coal black, plastered across sweaty skin, pale lips littering pastel skin with bruising marks, that’ll last for days. Pushing himself to cant his hips meeting thrust per bruising thrust from the two.
Cale an incoherent mess in their arms, his strung up body arching across Choi Han’s, hands grasping at skin to teether him into the mortal plane. Molten pleasure seated into his gut, dancing at the edge of pleasure.
“I’m close—” A warning before shuddering, as he reached crescendo, his body snapping onto Alberu’s, yielding into his arms. Voice hoarse, as Cale came with a shout. Inside spasming and dragging Alberu in, milking him. His own pleasure crashing into him like a wave. Pliant and exhausted, they nuzzled into each other’s warm, skin buzzing with excitement, wrapping them in a post-orgasm bliss.
This is the best mistake I've made in my life.
Mind clouded by pleasure. They both couldn’t notice the way Choi Han, shuffling and pulling his own member out. Leaking and raring to go. Watching the dripping cum against Cale’s hole, leaking past Alberu’s.
A dangerous glint in his eyes, the two jolting at the feeling of Choi Han’s finger sinking alongside Alberu’s softening cock. Their complaints lodged in their throat, as the dwindling pleasure being worked back up. Choi Han tested the pliancy of Cale’s hole before aligning himself with them.
“H-han-ah, slow down…!”
Choi Han hummed absent-mindedly, as he pushed balls deep in one fluid thrust. Punching the air out of the two men beneath him. Smiling innocently as he thrust in slowly and deeply, Cale pushed his voice to it’s limits, a scream forming into a moan midway.
“M-more!” Cale urged. His whole body trembled at the assault, moaning once more as he felt Alberu hardening and thrusting, the initial burn settling deep into his bone, turning to pure pleasure. Choi Han, noticing the change, started picking up his pace, to something more harsher, rougher and deeper. The alternating pace pushed him past the edge for the second time that day.
Alberu succumbed to his own desires, licking the tears spilling past Cale’s gorgeously flushed cheeks, bliss and fucked out. Their own thrust turned erratic, pace messy and hurried as they chased their own orgasms.
Choi Han grabbed Cale’s carmine hair and pulled, arching him back, exposing the length of chiffon skin. Peaking painting Cale’s inside white and sinking his teeth without hesitation, drawing blood and marking Cale’s whole being.
A litany of yes and more, and right there, slipping past Cale’s abused lips. Drawn by the sight before him, Alberu soon followed after, toppling over the edge, filling Cale more, their seeds mixing and leaking at the gap between their own cocks. His own fingers catching some and pushing it back in, pulling out a tired moan between them.
Mine.
A possessive side of his, rearing its head at the view. Choi Han dropped his weight at them as his body trembled through the force of his own orgasm, leaning on the back of the couch as he caught his own breath, lapping and kissing at the wound on Cale’s skin. While the man himself kissing and leaving his own mark across Alberu’s.
“We should have done this earlier.” Choi Han nodded with a dopey smile on his face. “Hm. Catching you and his Highness, half-naked and rutting against each other, was the best sight in my life.”
A rare genuine smile, plastered across Cale’s, and Choi Han looking far relaxed than he'd ever been. Alberu nibbles and kisses at the etched clock on Choi Han’s skin, while eyeing Cale’s. Jealousy of not being a part of this. The want and the need overwhelming him, of wanting to give them the same comfort they give him. Of being someone’s home, a half who makes you whole. Of knowing that he has someone to whom his soul is tied to. That he won’t ever be alone.
Well it seems I've overstayed my welcome.
Alberu started to move, peeling Cale off him and settling him down the other side and slipping past them, when both their attention focused back to him.
“Hyung-nim/Your Highness, where are you going?” The both of them asked with all the seriousness of when they were facing the gods, and that made him burst out laughing.
“Why are the both of you so serious? I’m simply going to clean myself, can’t have the soon-to-be king looking like he had sex, doesn’t he? You both can enjoy your time wrapped around each other.” He tried pulling away again when two pairs of warm hands pulled him into an embrace, or of what it should be within the limits of having far too many limbs in a single couch kind of embrace.
“I want you here. We want you here, Alberu.” Choi Han emphasised as he looked at him and Cale with confident and fond eyes.
“And if you don’t believe us, we’ll just court you til you do.” Cale followed up with his same nonchalant tone, as the time when he turned Alberu’s world upside down underneath the library. And just like that, he cracked, emotions spilling in between them as he laughed wetly at their response.
“...well, do I have a choice?” Alberu asked in-between a laughing sob.
“None, Your Highness.” They both said with a bright smile, that Raon would describe it as an evil smile. Laughing once again, surrendering to his fate.
“Take care of me, Cale, Choi Han…”
“Our pleasure.”
His own doubts still burned, what-if’s wrapping him a blanket in his own mind. But for now, he’ll put them all away. For now, he’ll take this, whatever they’re offering.
At least for now, or no matter how long this’ll last.
I’ll treasure every last moment of it.