Call Me Yours [BL]

Chapter 15 Part 2

Prince comes to two revelations tonight.

The first, Clementine is really f*****g into him.

The second, he's not as opposed to younger men as he originally thought.

There's a third revelation, more subdued and quiet in the back of his mind, a revelation that Prince doesn't want to think about. He might have a type.

Clementine couldn't look any more different than him.

Clementine is tall and he's broad and his voice isn't as soft as his.

Prince hates himself for comparing them, but there are just so many similarities he can't stop himself from noticing. He couldn't be any more different from Clementine's impressive physique, but their personalities. Clementine's eyes are as expressive as his—so blatantly honest like him. He looks a little unsure of himself at times when Prince stares too much, but he smiles in that sheepish way that he does.

He doesn't stare at Prince with lust-filled eyes, but Clementine does.

Clementine looks at Prince as if he individually hung every star in the sky.

It's too much—Prince aches from his gaze. It's selfish how much he likes it, because it's temporary.

Clementine rims him within an inch of his life. Prince's head tilts back against the pillows as soft, gentle breaths fall from his lips. He threads his hand through Clementine's dark hair, encouraging the pup with silent, praising pets.

Prince's thighs act as a cushion around Clementine's head, and with all the pleased hums and whiny moans pressed into his rim, Prince thinks Clementine would happily die right here and now if Prince suffocated him with them. Prince thinks he'd beg him to.

"Mmm," Prince moans lowly, and he pulls Clementine's head closer. He watches the younger with hooded eyes that swirl with desire as his knees spread wider to accommodate Clementine's large frame. He's a big boy, well-endowed in all the right places. Prince almost regrets not sitting on his face, but this regret dies when Clementine hooks his leg over his shoulder and laps more eagerly at Prince's rim.

Prince curses, voice edging on a whine.

He's wet as Clementine pushes two fingers in beside his tongue.

Clementine's so eager to please, and Prince is more than willing to accept. His fingers are long and slim, reaching farther than Prince has ever been able to reach without a toy, and he's startlingly good at it. Prince expected overzealous movements that came with boys his age, still new at s*x but eager to please, but Clementine's primal instinct to please outweighs this inexperience.

He doesn't need to coax Clementine to slow down, or soothe him with a kiss and show him how he should touch Prince. He simply knows.

Prince curses again when Clementine curls his fingers inside him. "f**k—c'mere." A tug. Prince pulls his hair and coaxes Clementine to pull his fingers out, but Clementine continues to lap at his rim, his large hands moving to hold Prince's thighs open. Prince moans as warm fingers dig into his skin. "C'mere," he repeats.

Clementine is a sight when he finally pulls up, breathing heavily. His chin is wet with slick and his hair falls in his eyes when his gaze clicks up to Prince. Prince regards him with a silent tilt of his head, breathing just as deeply. He pulls his leg off Clementine's shoulders and beckons him forward.

"What a good boy," he drawls, cupping Clementine's cheek to rub circles into his skin. He's a heavy weight on top of Prince, so much larger and imposing than the older hybrid.

"I was scared I was gonna c*m," Clementine breathes.

Prince's lips twitch up. "Untouched?"

"In my boxers, like a teenager." He nods.

"That's kind of cute," Prince admits. "You've been so patient, haven't you?"

"I wanna f**k you," Clementine all but whines. "Can I?"

"Please," Prince utters, mocking.

"Please?"

"I don't know." Prince feigns consideration as he reaches down and slides a hand between them and into Clementine's boxers. Clementine's answering exhale is sharp as Prince wraps his hand around his c**k. He's just as big there. "I don't have a condom, pup."

Clementine moans brokenly as Prince slowly pumps his achingly hard c**k. "I don't need one."

"No?" Prince chuckles. "Says who?"

"Please," he tries.

Prince is a sucker for begging and he has a horrible preference for creampies. He easily gives in, swiping his thumb over Clementine's tip in a decisive manner. Clementine's hips twitch and they press forward, chasing that delicious feeling. "Please," he begs again, breathy and desperate. He looks like he might actually c*m in his boxers.

"Alright," Prince soothes. Clementine's boxers snap against his skin when Prince slides his hand out. "Finish undressing for me."

Clementine is immediately on his feet.

Prince takes him in greedily, eyes soaking in his truly impressive frame. He doesn't look much like the pup Prince teases he is, overly tall with an amount of muscle he doesn't know what to do with. Well—Prince has a few ideas. His tongue traces over his lip as he thinks of all the ways Clementine could f**k him.

Prince drags a slow and purposeful finger down Clementine's d**k. "Big even here, huh," he muses lowly, eyes focused up in an alluring way. Clementine stands at the edge of the bed, unashamedly naked and eager. His d**k stands proud and tall as Prince wraps his hand around him again. "I hope you know how to use it."

"I'll show you," Clementine insists, then he sucks in a breath when Prince leans forward and takes his tip in his mouth. His hips jerk back, and his hands hover over Prince's head, a pained noise falling from his lips. "I'll c*m if you do that, please don't. I wanna feel inside you."

Prince slowly takes every inch of his c**k into his mouth.

Clementine whines, and because he can't resist, his hips press forward. He moans from the heat of Prince's mouth, so warm and wet around his d**k. "Please—I—" His mouth falls open when Prince bobs his head. His begging falls on deaf ears. They were terribly unconvincing anyway, not when Clementine moans so prettily and f***s into Prince's mouth.

His head tips back with a throaty groan when his c**k pushes into Prince's throat. "You can't do that—holy f**k I might c*m. Prince," he pleads.

So whiny, Prince thinks, sliding off his d**k. He licks his lips and sucks in a needed breath.

"I just wanted a taste." Prince smiles apologetically. Clementine makes an incoherent noise, still catching his breath, and Prince has to bite his smile from growing. Because it's all a little cute, how quickly he gets worked up, how honest he is. "Okay, big boy, come f**k me."

Prince turns around and Clementine settles behind him. Prince doesn't get that primal instinct to submit like he's heard Ardyn describe before, but he feels something stir within him when Clementine's larger body looms behind him. Large hands grasp his slim hips, gently guiding him down, and Prince recognizes the feeling. He wants to nurture Clementine.

Prince is perfect as he leans down and willingly positions himself for Clementine to f**k him.

Warm fingers dig into his skin. Nervous, eager fingers. "I've never f****d someone raw," Clementine confesses breathily.

"Congratulations, then."

He flushes, his d**k visibly aching. "Just—Can I f**k you again if I c*m too fast?"

Prince turns his head against the pillow and looks back at him. Clementine holds his waist gently, but Prince can see the impatience in his c**k, in the way his fingers twitch like he can barely resist rutting forward and sliding his d**k into Prince. "Sure, pup." Prince turns back. "You can f**k me as many times as you want."

Clementine underestimates himself.

He holds out a total of four minutes before he's whining from the intense orgasm that washes over him. He wears pleasure so well. Prince knows the telltale signs when a man is going to c*m all too well, so he looks back to watch. Clementine's eyebrows knit with pleasure, he sucks in a sharp breath, and his hips go still.

Prince feels it immediately, Clementine's c*m pouring into him in heady ropes. His eyes fall closed and he squeezes Prince's hips tightly, overwhelmed with the new feelings of f*****g somebody raw. The quickness of it, how badly Clementine wanted to draw it out longer, how he knew he wouldn't be able to last long inside of Prince, it honestly turns Prince on.

He bites his lip to suppress a moan as Clementine slowly starts to f**k him again. The four minutes were short-lived, but Clementine knows how to use his c**k. Prince could teach him how to hold out longer, train him orgasm after orgasm to suppress it, but why should he when Clementine sounds so f*****g good when he cums. He's just a pup, let him enjoy it.

"I'm sorry," Clementine moans. "I tried not to."

"I told you. You can f**k me as many times as you want."

Prince is surprised when Clementine immediately starts again, only moments after he came. He must be sensitive, but he f***s into Prince with that same eagerness as the first time. He doesn't pull out to catch his breath, much preferring to sink his c**k deep into Prince. He sighs blissfully and squeezes Prince's hips. "You feel so good."

Prince thinks the same.

Clementine lasts considerably longer than the first time. He builds to a consistent pace that rocks the bed into the wall and steals Prince's breath. And it's so f*****g good, Clementine thinks. He'll never be able to f**k someone the same again. He watches his c**k disappear inside Prince over and over again.

Knowing he was f*****g Prince raw, it makes his most animalistic urges throb. He f***s his c*m into Prince and Clementine knows his scent will last for hours—maybe even longer. It sends him into a frenzy of pleasure. His hips surge forward and he f***s Prince more earnestly, faster, and harder as Prince's moans spur him on.

Prince is wet—he's so f*****g wet around his c**k. It's an addictive feeling that Clementine greedily f***s into. And he's wet too, his hole greedy to have something inside it.

Prince suddenly reaches back and presses his palm against Clementine's stomach, forcing his thrusts to slow. His ears twitch confusedly, impatient to bottom out again.

"—wanna ride you." He hears.

Clementine's mind goes blank.

Prince pushes at his stomach more insistently.

"f**k," Clementine breathes out. "Okay—" He wets his lips before dumbly repeating it. "Okay." Then, he pulls out and distributes himself on the bed next to Prince.

Prince sits up and stares down at him. "You'd do anything I said, huh?"

"I probably would."

Prince laughs and sinks down on his c**k. Clementine is in heaven. He holds Prince's thighs and groans from how perfect they are. He wants them wrapped around his head again, but this is pretty f*****g nice too.

Prince bottoms out with a breathy sigh.

Clementine can't help but lean up to kiss him. Prince indulges him with a slow, heated kiss that works to make his d**k throb. "It's just s*x," Prince whispers against his lips. "Okay?"

"Okay," Clementine whispers back. He's doing everything a little out of order, but he can circle back to all the romantic dates he's a sucker for after Prince rides him into heaven.

Prince leans back and reaches behind him to hold Clementine's legs. His eyes are dark and his body is lithe as he stares down at Clementine. "I'm gonna f**k you after this." His hips rise, and then he slowly lowers himself back down. "So, keep it up."

Clementine's body thrums with the need to feel Prince inside him. His d**k is pretty and exposed as he rides Clementine, as achingly hard and turned on as the younger. His hair is neat and trimmed down there, and Clementine truly thinks it's pretty, but he could just be a little biased.

Prince sits on top of him like he's sitting on a throne, taking his rightful place on Clementine's c**k. He sinks down on Clementine's d**k slowly, savoring the delicious stretch and how full he feels. "You're really so big." Prince laughs breathlessly, hands pressing into Clementine's legs. "Fuck."

His rhythm is steadier than Clementine's, more experienced and thoughtful as he takes both of them so close to that edge. He's tight and he's warm around Clementine, and the obscene sounds filling the room turn him on ever more. His c**k pulses.

"Your thighs," Clementine moans, kneading them, "these should be illegal."

Prince laughs again, high off pleasure and Clementine's scent. "You're obsessed."

"Yeah," Clementine admits, wanting to bury his head between them again.

Prince leans down and kisses Clementine, softly sucking at his bottom lip. He utters teasingly, "If you can still get it up later I'll let you f**k them."

Clementine throbs. "Really?"

"Mhm."

Clementine has a newfound purpose in his life, and it's to f**k Prince's thighs. He pictures his c*m coating his thighs, and the image is almost enough to almost make him c*m. He gives a throaty groan when Prince clenches around him, breaking him from his thoughts. He's so tight and warm—walls clenching around Clementine's c**k perfectly. It's addicting.

Clementine sits up, wrapping his arms around Prince's slim waist, and the Prince responds by circling his arms around Clementine's neck. They're so close, and it feels nothing but intimate, not like the filthy f**k they're having in reality. Their lips connect in another kiss, if it can even be called one, all breathy pants and persistent pecks, and Clementine savors every second of it.

"Sound so fuckin' good but you gotta be a little quieter." Prince laughs against his lips. "I don't need the whole house hearing how good I'm making you feel."

"Let them," Clementine moans. "I think I'm gonna c*m again."

"Mm?" Prince drawls. "Alright, baby, let me hear you."

He spurs Clementine on with whispered encouragements. Feel so fuckin' good, Prince moans for him.

"Gonna c*m inside me, pup?"

"Yes," Clementine whimpers. "Mm—I want to."

"You can," Prince coaxes. "Let me feel you."

Clementine's chest rises and falls gently, breathing heavily as he dips his head into Prince's neck. He litters Prince's skin in kisses, sucking and licking anywhere he can, and Prince moans softly, feeling just as close to his orgasm as the younger. "c*m inside me," Prince moans, voice edging on a whine.

He's trying to kill me, Clementine's convinced. He greedily takes in Prince's scent as his hands cup his ass, kneading the skin as Prince f***s himself on his c**k. "f**k," Clementine curses into his neck, breathing heavily. "Gonna c*m, m'gonna c*m-"

Prince cups Clementine's cheeks and lifts his head, leaning down to press their foreheads together. "c*m inside," he begs, grinding his hips down.

Clementine tips his head up and connects their lips, and then he's cumming with a throaty moan. He holds Prince tightly, hands kneading his ass as his c**k starts spilling c*m inside him. And it feels so f*****g good, he can't stop. He releases rope after rope of c*m into Prince, painting his walls with his seed and leaving his scent. "f**k," he pants.

Prince reaches down and fists his own d**k, and Clementine seriously considers cumming again when he watches Prince fall apart. He's stunning, of course, exuding seduction as he clenches around Clementine's c**k and cums between their stomachs. His head drops on Clementine's shoulder when his orgasm subsides.

They both sit there quietly, unmoving besides the shared unsteady rise and fall of their chests.

Prince is the first to speak. "Baby's first creampie. How was it?"

"You're my wet dream come true."

Prince huffs against his shoulder. His head lifts. "Wanna do it again?"

"Yeah."

Prince pulls off him and Clementine only slightly loses his mind when he sees his c*m spill from his rim. His c**k stirs back to life. "I'm ready whenever." Clementine flops back against the bed and offers his ass out to be f****d so earnestly, it makes Prince laugh.

"I'm surprised you didn't go soft."

"I have a d**k of steel."

"I can see that."

"And you're really hot," Clementine continues. "I don't think I'll ever be the same after this."

Prince laughs and settles himself between Clementine's legs. He spreads Clementine's thighs and lines his c**k up with his dripping entrance. An attractive smirk plays at his lips before he pushes in. "Wanna f**k my thighs after this?"

Clementine groans. "Yes, oh my God." Then, he asks, "What's your name?"

He sees Prince contemplate his answer, but he ultimately keeps his promise. "You can't call me it, but it's Alexander."

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WHAT A GOOD NIGHT. PRINCE AND CLEM CHAPTER PLUS NEW JIMIN ALBUM IM LOSING MY MIND

okay bye ily, i hope you enjoyed. maddie