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Cale's back was laid bare in front of Alberu's eyes. It was shockingly minute and pale- the colour of pearls- and it looked fragile- as if a particularly strong wind could blow it away- and yet it sat firm beneath the moon's attentive gaze. There was a hidden strength, lurking under those layers of skin.
The sight did impossible things to Alberu's heart.
Cale was there waiting for him.
He raised a hand- he didn't know which one- and carefully, carefully laid two fingers on Cale's shoulder. The stark contrast of chocolate skin over alabaster's made the tips of his fingers tingle- and not just those. Alberu enjoyed watching the muscles flex and tense under his touch, only to start immediately quivering as the fingers slid slowly across the skin to his nape. He threaded his hand through Cale's hair. The flesh was smooth and flawless, but the hair felt slightly dry and rough under his fingertips. The result of years spent neglecting it in favour of surviving the war.
Alberu gulped just as Cale exhaled a deep breath.
He tried scraping gently Cale's scalp and was generously rewarded with a breathed oh from the other man, along with a seemingly uneasy- or maybe impatient- squirm of his shoulders. That only worked as an incentive to Alberu. He was surely going to drink in every little reaction Cale was willing to offer him.
That's why he came about half a step closer- close enough to feel each other's warmth but not quite to close the gap between the two of them- and hovered. He stayed there for a second, tasting the tension- so thick that you could taste it in the back of your mouth- and letting his breaths tease coyly the expanse of Cale's ivory skin. He revelled in seeing goosebumps rise and hands clench into fists.
Silence stagnating but not unwelcome. Gestures shy but slowly growing emboldened. There was want and need and finally. Finally, this.
That was all Alberu could think about, and so he closed the distance between them. He wanted to feel Cale, taste him, breathe him in- he pressed his nose and mouth flush to Cale's now exposed neck. He inhaled sharply taking in everything that was Cale's. The scent, the softness of the skin, the implicit trust he gave Alberu for letting him in and do this.
Whatever this was, because it was not that important right now.
What really mattered was Cale- Cale that was feverish and pliant under his lips, Cale that was leaning in at every hinted touch, Cale that allowed dangerous little sighs and hums to drip one after the other out of his thin lips, Cale that managed to give the best responses always at the right time as Alberu left trails of searing kisses on his skin. He left his hand free to roam and run his fingers through each of the bulges of Cale's spine- Cale really was too skinny for comfort. He would have to fatten him up, spoil him, give all the time to slack he asked for and never let him face any kind of hardship ever again.
Cale would spend his days lazing in bed or in the couch or in his rocking chair at the villa, and Alberu would find petty excuses to visit him and engage with him after he was done with work. Cale would grumble but then quiet down as he munched on the cookies Alberu would bring him and there would be almost no words, except from some customary snarky remark.
They would soon get tired of silences, though, and a hand would find the other, just like Cale had now blindly reached for him and clasped their hands together- the back of Cale's hand against Alberu's palm. Alberu would then take the second step and drive Cale close, manhandling him with utter care until the man would scoff, be tired of soft and ask for fierce instead. After all Cale was not something you could tame- Ha! Baffling thought. Not him with his fiery red hair, those knowing and cunning eyes, that gruelling temperament of his.
Cale was all but tame and obedient- and that was exactly what Alberu wanted from him. All snarkiness but no bite, always composed but never cold, incredibly taxing but even more rewarding.
Even right now Cale was the opposite of cold.
Hot was the skin, hot the gaze and hot the raw hunger driving him. The same raw hunger which led him to turn his head around and lock eyes with Alberu. He raised the hand whose fingers were still interlaced with Alberu's own and rested it on the man's cheek. He could not help but smirk in satisfaction. Alberu's undone facial expressions were quite a picturesque sight to behold- he wanted more of those flushed cheeks and cloudy brown eyes.
So he pulled him down, making sure that their mouths would collide, and waited just the right moment to bit teasingly on Alberu's lips. The guttural sound which followed made Cale preen in self gratification.
He'd be damned if he did not take what he wanted.