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Paseton walked along the cobblestone paths of Rain City. The market atmosphere was lively as always. Paseton entered a familiar bar. As he expected, a red-haired boy was sitting at one of the tables, Paseton sat down across from him.
"Why are you here, young master?"
Cale Henituse looked up at him, his reddish-brown pupils staring straight at him, the corner of pink lips lifted.
"It's been five years."
Anticipation filled Paseton's heart, a low chant began to rise from his throat. Paseton reached across the table, taking Cale's hand and running his thumb over the slender wrist in circular motions.
"Five years of what?"
Cale snorted, using his free hand to steep a bottle of wine. Red wine soaked his lips, Paseton ran his tongue across his lips at the sight.
"You know what I'm talking about."
Paseton smiled, the tip of his shoe playing with the hem of the other's pants under the table.
"Won't you give me a gift for the occasion, yeobo ?"
" Serbang-nim , you are shameless."
Paseton's singing grew sweeter as Cale's ears reddened. A comfortable silence descended between them, with Cale sipping wine from his bottle from time to time and Paseton playing with his hand on the table.
It had been five years since they had met.
Paseton didn't think Cale remembered the exact date, but he wasn't surprised to find out.
When Cale was satisfied, they walked out of the bar, holding hands as they continued in silence. They passed over the bridge that connected to the suburbs. Distantly, Paseton remembered that near here Cale found the Cat Tribe children.
"Serbang-nim."
"What happens?"
Paseton looked toward Cale as he heard his low, gravelly voice coming from beside him.
"I want to see the sea."
Paseton's blue pupils met Cale's reddish-brown pupils.
"As you wish."
A few days later, they were in Whale Tribes' Land.
Paseton rarely visited since he married Cale. He couldn't come without someone to take him.
It had been a difficult decision, to give his heart to Cale. It wasn't hard because he didn't love Cale, but it was a very complicated decision. To give up his chance to transform into his beast form and lose a good portion of his beastly instincts.
But Paseton had plenty of time to think about it. His decision always ended in his desire to be with Cale and how much he wanted the other to hear him sing.
Paseton hadn't told Cale the implications of giving his heart away, he didn't want to be rejected, nor could he get his beast side back even if he put the core in place again. Once out of place, there was no room for regret.
Paseton had no regrets.
His time with Cale had been spectacular, seeing the sparkle in each other's eyes as lives stretched out was something Paseton cherished.
Although there were times when Cale would tune out when lives were shortened. Paseton would sing for Cale when that happened, hugging him until the other came to himself and began to create plans.
Paseton missed the ocean at times. That freedom in swimming was what he missed most. But then he would look down at his sleeping husband in his arms and sink into the warmth of the other.
Then Paseton simply led Cale through the halls of the tribal palace. It was cold on the glacier, Paseton saw Cale rubbing his hands together even as the other wore many layers.
Paseton hurried to the room and turned on the heater he had only put on when he was engaged to Cale, he set it up for occasions like this.
Cale finally peeled off his layers, viewing the simple but elegant room with interest. This was the first time they had come to Whale Land together.
Paseton looked at the blue blankets on his bed and wondered what Cale would look like lying on them. So Paseton drew Cale into a kiss, lips cold from the weather warming under his.
As Paseton sat on the bed, holding Cale by the waist and holding him steady in his lap. Cale's hands stopped him after several wet, sweet kisses.
"Let's do something different this time."
Paseton's back ended up against the mattress, his eyebrows arched. A red-faced Cale spoke.
"As your gift, let me carry the beat."
Paseton's mouth went dry, nodding weakly as Cale's hands began to unbutton his shirt. Cale only removed Paseton's shirt before undressing himself. Paseton's hands tried to help, but Cale sent him a glare. Paseton pressed his hands against the sheets then.
Usually, Cale preferred that he took him on his hands and knees, saying there was greater access and it felt good, but Paseton knew the other was embarrassed and didn't like him looking at his face when they did it.
That's why Paseton was surprised when Cale lay on top of him, hips raised and chest pressed against his. Paseton could feel Cale's breath on his neck. He tried to touch again but was rebuffed.
Slender fingers entered his mouth, Paseton licked them, stunned.
The fingers then moved to the back. Paseton watched with growing excitement as the first finger disappeared between Cale's round ass cheeks.
Paseton didn't know whether to rejoice at Cale's gift or be saddened that he couldn't touch yet. But he was distracted when Cale began kissing his neck and leaving bite marks.
They wouldn't have been able to do this if they were still on the estate. There were always children around or people approaching, so their privacy was quite limited. They were alone now, no one would break into their room here.
Paseton shifted his hips upward, groaning as the fabric of his pants prevented further contact. Cale chuckled from where he was biting Paseton's collarbone.
"...Impatient."
Paseton placed his hands on Cale's sides, he didn't get a reprimand for that, so he guessed it was okay.
"My cute husband is opening up for me right now, how do you expect me to be patient?"
Cale's legs trembled, Paseton used one hand to cup Cale's chin, lifting his face to draw him into a long kiss. He heard the watery sound of fingers withdrawing and lifted his hips as his husband's hands pulled the rest of his clothes down.
Cale broke away from the kiss first, removing Paseton's hands and leaving them on the sheets again.
"I'm going to keep saying this thing is ridiculous."
A chuckle escaped his lips as he listened to Cale.
The first few times they did it, Cale refused to look at his cock, Paseton really didn't understand. I mean, it was only slightly larger than average, though... it was pretty thick.
Paseton moaned as his husband's hands poured a generous amount of oil over his erect member. The delicate hands ran down his length several times before Cale lifted his hips and positioned himself over his erection.
It really was torture not to be able to touch.
Paseton was delighted to see his husband's overwhelmed expression when he finally bottomed out. The pleasure etched in that expression made his member harden a little more.
"So beautiful."
Cale looked up at him with misty eyes. Lifting his hips before dropping them again. A moan escaped Cale's lips, Paseton did the same.
Cale's hands stayed firmly on his chest as he began to move over Paseton, finding a steady rhythm quickly. Paseton bit the back of his hand, it felt so good.
Paseton placed his hands on Cale's hips as the haze of pleasure caused the other to lose strength in his arms. He sat up a little, remaining seated with Cale in his lap. Paseton bounced Cale with ease.
Cale soon became a panting, moaning mess, repeating Paseton's name over and over. Paseton bit the other at the junction between his shoulder and neck, passing around the chain that contained his core, gasping as Cale's release came hard and his insides tightened around his member.
In that position, Paseton watched as Cale's mouth opened to let out a deep, sonorous moan, Cale moaned his name as he cum on both of their bellies. Paseton came after him.
It was the first time he had cum so fast, probably because he was seeing Cale's face properly this time.
Paseton laid Cale on his back on the bed, not pulling his member out of the other's warm interior.
"That was a wonderful gift, can this husband give a gift too?"
Cale was still going through the fog of his release, so Paseton lowered his head, kissing the other's lips in a slow rhythm, one of his hands traveled to the pink nipples, playing with one between his fingers.
Paseton pulled away as he felt Cale begin to get erect again. Paseton himself was already half-hard inside Cale. Paseton's hand grabbed one of Cale's ankles, lifting the leg up and bringing it back. Paseton positioned Cale's other leg so that it went around his waist.
This position was awkward at first, as he began to move slowly, his member hardening as he felt his previous release sliding around the edges. Cale seemed to feel the same, as he hard quickly.
Paseton left kisses and nibbles on Cale's raised leg, he knew he found the right spot because Cale began to move his hips against him, pressing himself against his member.
Cale's face was beautiful, flushed to the neck and hair sticking to his forehead. The eyelashes fluttered rapidly and the eyes rolled back as little flashes of pleasure struck. Half-open lips let out halting moans and groans.
"F-faster... Ah!"
It was the first time Cale had ever said that during sex. Paseton grabbed Cale's other leg and lifted it as well, almost bending Cale in half before he started moving faster, as his husband requested.
Cale really looked perfect between his navy blue blankets. Paseton kept the sight in his memory as he continued to pound his husband's insides.
Cale didn't last long, coming a second time with a shudder. Paseton kept moving, draping Cale's legs over his shoulders so he could kiss him properly.
Paseton whispered against Cale's lips.
"Squeeze tighter for me."
Cale did as he asked, squeezing hard around Paseton's hard member. White filled his vision as he cummed. Paseton released Cale's trembling legs and lay down him.
"That... that was it, fuck."
Paseton didn't even know what to say.
It had never felt as good as what they had done now.
Did Cale feel the same way?
The other's labored breathing told him he did.
Cale usually couldn't formulate coherent sentences for a few minutes. Paseton led him to the bathtub when he caught his breath. He always bathed Cale after those few moments when they were intimate, he liked to do that.
Cale was malleable in his arms, he looked like a maiden who was bullied by her husband on their wedding night when he looked at him with those lost eyes. It was cute. But Paseton wouldn't tell him that.
Paseton changed the sheets and blankets for clean ones before laying the sleeping Cale on the bed. Blood-red hair contrasting against the navy blue.
He then left the room with the dirty blankets and gave them to a penguin butler to wash, the penguin butler was blushing as he told him that King Shickler wanted to talk to him.
Paseton looked for his father quickly so he could get back to Cale. He found him with Archie and his sister Witira.
Archie was the first to see him, also the first to flush.
Paseton bowed his head.
"What's wrong?"
His father cleared his throat.
"Can you be a little less... loud?"
Paseton immediately stiffened. No way... did they hear them? Did they just hear everything?
Witira spoke up as well.
"You were singing, I think the whole palace heard the singing."
Archie, a little less flushed, snorted.
"You should know the echo in this place is bullshit. I don't want to hear you praise your husband."
Paseton covered his face with his hands. This was so much more embarrassing than that time five years ago when he came in singing after meeting Cale. He couldn't even compare that to this !
"I'm going to ask for a soundproofing spell for my room."
"That would be good."
"I'll order it soon."
"Thank fuck."
Paseton added after receiving the quick responses.
"Don't tell Cale, please."
He had already had a hard enough time getting through Cale's prickly exterior.
Cale obviously found out when they placed the spell in his room. He's embarrassed and horrified face was another image Paseton kept.
Well, even with all that, Paseton still had no regrets.
He loved his husband too much to do so.