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Alver was praying to any God out there to give him strength and patience. He was currently losing his mind, aka having a gay panic, over the sight before him.
His waist looks so tiny in that corset, I wonder if my fingers would reach if I were to hold it. He looks so good, I just want to hold him. Would he get angry if I tried? He looks cute when mad though, all pouty and sulky…
Cale was wearing a corset that emphasises the narrowness of his waist. The corset was black in colour, contrasting against the white slightly loose formal shirt that the redhead was wearing. The top was tucked into black dress pants and comfortable leather shoes. Overall, the outfit is equally simple yet sensual, due to the corset. The cinched waist makes Cale have a curvy body figure, not that he didn’t have one before.
Cale sat crossed legged in front of the prince, eating cookies; their discussion was done so there was really no need for the noble to stay. Cale’s usual company went around the Palace of Joy to explore it, leaving the both of them alone in the prince’s bedroom.
Alver stares at his waist for a long time before turning away and covering the bottom half of his face, hiding the forming blush on his face. He tried his best to wilt down the blush but was unsuccessful, so he continued to avoid looking at Cale, ignoring the look of confusion and slight concern of the other.
Cale grabs another cookie and Alver follows the movement with his eyes. His waist bent as he took another cookie from Alver's coffee table, the shirt dropping down with the angle of Cale's body and showing a bit of his pale chest.
Alver can see the lace of the corset at the back, the ones used in tightening it, formed into a neat little bow. The intricate design of the simple white formal shirt, open back and flowy; still shows a decent amount of skin that makes Alver want to bash his head against the desk to get the sinful images out of his mind.
With goosebumps rising on his skin, Cale feels the intensity of Alver's gaze on him. He looks up to meet unreadable blue eyes and a face flushed with a pinkish hue.
Those pretty blue eyes, not unlike the jewels that adorned his crown, widened by a small margin, obviously shocked at the sudden action of the male in front of him. They both locked eyes for a good while before the blond haired male looked away first, not without a few -not really- subtle glances.
Sitting back, Cale ignores the staring and goes back to nibbling on the cookie, already zoning out. A sign that his ancient powers are talking to him.
Alver tries his best not to get distracted by the pretty redhead in front of him, but still fails as his eyes keep wandering back to Cale. His waist . Slim and easy to hold. He lets out a sigh.
Alver stands up from where he is seated and walks toward the zoned out male. "Hey, dongsaeng. Stand up for a second," making a gesture to have the younger man stand.
Cale snapped out of his daze at looks at the quarter dark elf that was towering over him from his seated position. "What is it, your highness?" He rises to his feet, waiting for a response from the slightly taller male.
"Turn around," his pointer finger twirling in the air, motioning the redhead to have his back facing Alver.
Although confused, Cale complied with a command and faced away from the prince. With his back to Alver, Cale could feel his body heating up from the oddly tense moment they both seemed to have.
No one says anything for a moment. The anticipation makes Cale's heart palpitate as the silence prolongs. He hears the rustle of fabric before a familiar warmth envelopes his waist, making him jump at the sudden movement.
"...so tiny"
Alver murmurs under his breath as his hands clasp around the nobleman's waist, his fingers meeting. It was narrow and slim. It makes Alver want to do unspeakable things to him.
Why is it so thin? Has this punk been eating? He looks smaller than when we first met. Though, it might have been because of the corset.
He was in denial. Alver knew that it wasn't because of the corset, having seen the bare waist of Cale Henituse from when he was "recovering" in one of the rooms inside his Palace. He felt as if he was about to go crazy from his thoughts.
He brings his face close to Cale's ear and whispers in a low tone. "Have you been eating? You look thinner than last time." Alver caresses the fabric of the corset with his thumb. Still trying to reason with himself that seeing the ancient power user wearing a corset, like he was a gift ready for Alver to unwrap, was not his sexual awakening.
Cale suppresses the shiver that was brought on by the voice of the handsome man, he called his hyung, being so close to his ear. "I'm eating well, your highness." He could feel the scorching heat of the large hands on his middle, bringing a different type of heat within his body. The sensation of the gentle caresses travels down to somewhere he does not want to pay attention to - until he is alone in the space of his bedroom -, colouring his neck red.
Alver hums at his reply, distracted by the blush appearing on the pale skin. "Call me hyung, dongsaeng." He said in a sultry tone, almost sounding like a purr. He didn't mean to sound seductive but the sight of Cale's blushing neck makes him want to tease the younger male, wanting to know how flustered he could get the usually stoic man.
His words made Cale's flush deepen as his caresses continued; combined with his voice. Cale breathes in sharply at the tone, his chest feels tight with the intimate moment. "Hyung." He said breathlessly, almost pleading. For what? He doesn't know. The movement pauses for a bit before the hands on his waist tighten their hold.
Alver, on the other hand, was also not doing so well. The earlier moments of confidence dwindled to a flustered mess from the breathless tone of his dongsaeng. Tightening his hold, he tried to calm himself.
Fuck, he sounds so cute. Is this how Cale Henituse acts when he's flustered? I wanna turn him around to look at his face but my face is probably equally red as well. I have to keep my image as a cool hyung. But he's being so cute now, I wanna see him! So cute! I want to ravi-
That's right, Alver was gay panicking at this moment.
The moment Cale called him 'hyung' made him feel as if he was shot with a cupid's arrow. The shy voice and the redness of his neck would forever be engraved in Alver's mind. He wanted to see how far the blush goes but immediately shook it out of his mind, chanting 'too cute' over and over again.
Cale didn't hear a response from his sworn brother and turned his head a bit to peek at Alver's face. What he saw made him want to drown himself in the koi pond found in the garden.
Alver's eyebrows were furrowed, making a crease in the middle. His cheeks were dusted with light pink as he continued to stare at where his hands were placed, looking deep in thought while simultaneously holding something back. In short, he looked constipated.
Cale wanted to turn around and snap his hyung out of his sputor but the hands on his waist prevented him from moving, too weak to break his hold. He frowned at this. So he did the next best thing, he opened his mouth and called out to Alver, unknowingly sounding like he was whining.
"Alver!"
Alver broke out of his daze at the sudden exclamation. He turned even more red as he heard Cale calling his name in a whiny tone.
What the fuck? I can die happily now. Hmm, the koi pond looks like an ideal place to die. I can't believe he said my name like that. This is getting dangerous.
He loosens his hold in shock and Cale immediately turns around to face the red faced prince.
Now they're both facing each other with burning cheeks. The sexual tension in the room was so thick that you couldn't even cut it with Choi Han's aura before Cale broke it.
Cale observed the red faced quarter dark elf before coming to a conclusion. He tilts his head to the side and asks, "Are you sick, hyung? Your face is red." He lifts a hand to Alver's forehead to gauge the other's temperature. "You're also warm, go and rest for a bit."
Alver was stupefied at the oblivious male. ‘ I'm like this because of you! ’ He thought in disbelief. "You- haaaah, your face is also red, you punk." He dragged the young noble to his bed. "Let's take a nap together. Both of us will feel better once we wake up."
They both removed their shoes, not wanting to dirty the bed while they slept, and laid down while having a respectable distance between them, with the duvet covering their bodies.
In the middle of their nap, their bodies unconsciously gravitated toward each other, finding comfort in the warmth that each of their bodies emitted.
Raon and the cats found them cuddling after they returned to the room and joined them in sleeping. While the adults were… let's say, less pleased with the development. They had a suspicion that something had happened during the time that the two were alone.
Although displeased, the adults didn't have the heart to wake the peacefully slumbering duo. But they knew that they were going to drag Alver into another room and have a talk once he woke up.
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Alver wraps his arms around Cale, burying his face in the redhead's neck. He couldn't help himself and opened his mouth to-
Bite
Cale let out a squeak in surprise and jumped at the feeling of teeth on his neck.
Alver was captivated by Cale. He wanted to wake up to the younger male every day. He stared at the male’s peaceful face as he slept with his arms around his waist, Alver brought the male closer to his body and went back to sleep after moving around for a bit.