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Cale has no idea how this happened. Well, at least he thinks he might have. If it was not for Choi Han’s cold-blooded gaze towards him for a second before holsting him on his shoulder, then he does not know anymore.
He tried to get a conversation out of the swordmaster but he was only met with silence. Damn it . Struggling won’t help him either. It’s not like he even has a percent of Choi Han’s strength. To top it all off, this was right after they had a huge battle with the White Star’s subordinates. They won. But Cale thinks Choi Han’s really pissed off of something. Was it because they took a long time finishing it? Cale, the ever oblivious, does not have an inkling of an idea.
Arriving at the Super Rock’s villa was swift - all thanks to Choi Han’s big strides. Both went straight to the top floor where his space resides. Usually, no one dares to come near his personal expanse unless absolutely needed, and now seems to be one of those times where it is.
Choi Han was silent through all of this- even when he softly laid Cale on the bed.
“Choi Han?” Cale carefully called out. The raven eyed him with seemingly contemplating eyes, though that did not last long as he came up with an eventual choice.
Choi Han carefully hover over Cale, finally placing his lips onto Cale’s, earning him a gasp from the commander. Han took this as an opportunity, like a hunter seizing his food, lapping on his mouth and sucking the life out of his tongue. Cale’s hands tightly wrapped the other’s clothes, not really knowing where else to put it.
Choi Han then started undressing his top shirt, all while sucking his neck, finding it as his next target. Cale can’t help but feel his whole being fall apart. This is just too sudden! Why is this suddenly happening?
He don’t supposed Han likes him…
Right?
Is his knight just sexually frustrated?
“Cale-nim…”
Cale’s breath hitched. His eyes now focused on Han’s. The latter is also eyeing him, eyes full of lust.
Of want.
Of need.
Han wanted so badly to ravish out of his liege.
Choi Han has taken hold of both of his hands, leather material bounding his wrists behind his back, hindering any movements. Till then, Choi Han didn’t stop marking Cale. His lips traveled from his neck to his arched back, the blanket muffling his whine when Han pushed him further to the clutter of pillows.
The raven-haired then grabbed hold of his thighs, making him kneel on the bed, his plump ass in the air. It must have been very alluring to the raven-hair as Cale felt a sting right after. The flesh bouncing hit after hit.
“Cale-nim…”
Smack.
“Cale-nim…”
Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Cale should be mad. He should be telling the swordmaster to stop.
He should be asking what the fuck is he doing to him.
But why is he not saying anything ?
Choi Han must have realized this as he felt him smirking on his skin. He bit hard again this time on his inner thigh, drawing out blood. Cale yelped from the pain as he glanced back, ready to snap at Han, though he stopped right away when seeing him in the process of spitting on his palm.
Cale was sure his eyes were wide open when he did so.
“F- fuck !” The only warning Cale had was the warm hands spreading apart his flesh. What comes right after is the feeling of being ripped apart. Cale was so sure he was actually being torn in half. He can’t help but whimper and gasp.
The swordmaster shushed him, hugging his whole body while fully sheathed inside him. Cale was given a few seconds of tranquility, until he felt Han pulled back and slammed right into him again.
The young master can only feel pain.
Both of his hands, still tied from the back, were digging on his own. Choi Han must have noticed this as he lay hold of his wrists, lifting it on the air while still being slammed.
“Cale-nim… ha… you… ha …hurt yourself… ha … again…”
Cale wanted to retaliate, but then pleasure was starting to fill his senses.
Clouding his reasons. Hazing his mind.
The only thing he could grasp hold of is where he and Han are currently connected.
The swordmaster pulled back before thrusting again.
And again.
And again.
“C-Choi Han…” He choked, uncaring of the spit laying waste on his face and decorating the sheets below.
“Cale-nim… You said you are not going to be hurt. And you broke that promise.” Cale whined - the back of his head against Choi han’s neck while still feeling surges of pleasure after pleasure, the oldest of the two not stopping one bit.
Cale’s ah ah ah and Please let me cum fill the air. Choi Han was deaf through all of these, chasing his own release. He then flipped his liege, eager to see his pleasured face.
All flushed, and he’s damn proud he made him like that.
Choi Han’s fingers travelled to Cale’s open mouth, all drooling and panting. He started playing with his tongue, muffling his moans, more spit dribbling from Cale’s lips. Still, the sounds coming out from Cale’s mouth and the sound as Choi Han thrusts towards his Cale-nim was all too heavenly.
Oh how Han wanted to praise his lord.
To kiss and mark the pale flesh.
To fuck him until he is sure that Cale would be reminded of his disobedience.
Cale felt Han faltered for a bit and all he can feel is the warm gush of release inside him.
Henituse was filled up to the brim. His whole body twitching from the feeling, though Choi han was cruel enough to still keep the tie on his cock. A punishment Han posed while he was fucking the soul out of his master.
Cale panted, eyes hazy and glossed. Only then he had taken notice of a weird demeanor coming from the swordmaster.
“Cale-nim. Do you really think we are done?” Choi Han smiled at him softly. Only then Cale noticed another set of figures standing near the bedside.
Eruhaben, Vicross, Archie, Paseton, Alver, and Tunka. All of them were smiling at him. He also noticed Rosalyn, Cage, Litana, and Whitira entering the room. His allies, who were supposed to be resting right after the fight, were now present.
All he can hear is Rosalyn’s “Are we late to the punishment?”. Eyes boring on the naked flesh in front.
Cale Henituse gulped.