Little Prince

Rating: Explicit 

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Pairing: Callum/Soren

Tags: rough sex, Smol/Big, underage

Summary: The only times that Soren sneaks into his bedroom in the morning is when he wants something and this particular morning, all he wants is Callum's tongue in his mouth and his cock in his ass

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Thunder boomed somewhere in the distance. Rain plastered against the window, obscuring the grey world outside. The morning had bloomed without a ray of sunshine but with a strike of lightning that seemed to ignite the entire world. It was a gloomy, miserable day – one that made it difficult to drag yourself out of bed…which was precisely why Callum was still tucked underneath the covers, nestled in a cocoon of warmth. It was still early (as far as he could tell – it was difficult to determine the time with the storm raging) so he wasn’t exactly rushing. Laid out flat on his belly, comfortably snuggled up to a fluffy pillow, Callum was flitting somewhere between sleep and waking when the door to his bedroom opened. He jerked a little, blearily blinking in the dim light. When Ezran’s timid voice didn’t come floating across the room, he sunk back into the covers, convinced he must’ve been hearing things. Someone probably was up and about down the hall – nothing to worry about, that was fairly normal.

Since there was no need for him to be awake just yet, Callum let his eyes drift closed. He was just about to slip back off to sleep when the sound of quiet footsteps jerked him back away. Was someone in his room? Confused – those boots clumping against the wooden floor definitely didn’t belong to Ezran – Callum rolled over to glance in the direction of the noise.

“What’re you doing?” Callum asked, one eyebrow quirked.

Standing near the side of the bed, frozen in a sneaking position, Soren stared at him, wide-eyed and open mouthed, for a moment then sighed, his body slumping. Trotting over to the bed, he threw himself down onto it, landing on top of Callum. Grunting quietly, Callum shifted around to get into a more comfortable position – not easy with Soren’s heavy weight on top of him. He sighed, gently ruffling Soren’s hair. He let his fingers slip down to stroke his warm cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. Should’ve expected it to be him. Other than Ezran and, occasionally, the King, no one really came to his room. Soren was the exception to that – he had practically made his bedroom his second home. Half the clothes in the room were his; some of his training equipment lay littered amongst the room, intermixed with Callum’s books and scrolls, and there was a constant, distinct scent of Soren clinging to every surface. It was…comforting. He couldn’t imagine having it any other way.

Turning his head around to glare up at him with playful sullenness, Soren reached up to poke his forehead and pouted, “I was gonna scare you but you had to wake up.”

“I was already awake.” Callum replied evenly, pushing Soren’s hand out of the way. Such an immature brat, though he was curious as to how he was going to ‘scare’ him. Knowing Soren, it probably would’ve been a hand down his pants or a smack across his ass. Rubbing an eye with the heel of his hand, Callum asked, “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean? Can’t I see my precious little Callum and not expecting anything?”

Callum gave him an unimpressed look, “What do you want, Soren?”

“You’re hurting me here, Callum!” To further punctuate his point, Soren pulled an over exaggerated wounded expression that might’ve gotten a chuckle out of him, if he wasn’t still a bit asleep, Rolling over onto his side, Soren pressed a hand to his heart, looking up at him with those big, puppy dog eyes, “Seriously, I just wanted to snuggle wuggle with my adorable wittle Callum-wully-“

“Okay, I’m going back to bed, then. You can stay there if you want.” Callum said dismissively, yanking the covers up so they were bunched around his face.

Not about to play that game this early in the morning. He had no energy for it. If Soren wanted to snuggle, fine – he’d gladly welcome him underneath the blankets but that wasn’t where this was going. Soren knew that if he wanted warmth and closeness, he could just crawl in here with him. Since there was no initiative to do so, that could only mean one thing: there was something underneath the covers that Soren wanted but he wanted to draw out getting it for as long as possible. Not interested when he could just lay there peacefully, listening to the steady pitter of rain. Wasn’t to say he didn’t want to do it either. He just didn’t feel particularly like being playful right now.

Whining quietly, Soren pulled at the covers, easily tugging them away from Callum’s face, “Nooooo, don’t run from me, my little Callum.”

“Stop calling me ‘little’.” Callum responded irritably, “Just tell me what you want already, Soren.”

Soren sighed dramatically, his broad shoulders heaving from the force. Flopping down beside him, bringing his face close to Callum’s, Soren teasingly bumped the tips of their noses together. Brushing his fingers through Soren’s hair, adoring the sensation of those silky strands running along his skin, Callum tilted his head back slightly to press a sweet kiss to his forehead. Soren sighed again – this time, the sound was far happier. Muscular arms snaked around him, squeezing him close to a beefy chest. Soren tucked his head underneath Callum’s chin. Warm breath brushed along his skin as Soren pushed in even closer, mouthing along the curve of his throat. Large hands smoothed along the line of his back. Figuring that Soren had decided he didn’t want to do it after all, Callum let his eyes fluttered closed. He relaxed into Soren’s hold, content to fall back asleep like this. It was so peaceful, so warm…heaven wrapped up in a blanket.

“You wanted to know what I wanted, right?” Soren asked quietly.

Ah, there it was. Should’ve known. Callum slowly opened his eyes, tilting his head down slightly. Did he even have to ask? It was as plain as daylight; as prominent as the flashes of lightning across the grey sky. Still, he got the feeling that Soren was going to keep acting coy if he didn’t play along. Curling his fingers into the soft hair at the base of Soren’s head, Callum murmured, “Yeah, what do you want?”

He was fully expecting for Soren to keep stretching it out, teasing him until he was seconds away from pinning him down to the bed and just giving him what he wanted, so when one of Soren’s big hands unexpectedly pushed between his thighs to give his flaccid cock a sweet squeeze, Callum let out a startled gasp, his hips bucking forward unconsciously. A burst of heat glowed in the base of his belly. Within a couple seconds, he was already half-hard. Giggling like an idiot, Soren stroked and rubbing his cock through the loose material of his underdrawers, quickly coaxing it to full hardness. Pushing up, he dotted kisses all along the line of Callum’s jaw, humming happily underneath his breath.

“This,” he whispered into Callum’s ear, “I want this. You wanna give it to me, don’t you?”

“Y-Yeah. I…I do…Soren…”

“You wanna fuck you, don’t you, Callum?”

Callum nodded shakily, gasping when Soren pressed his fingers to the tip of his cock, rubbing it firmly. Precum dribbled from the slit, soaking through the thin fabric. A pronounced trembled settled into his body, shaking him from head to toe. Gods, he wasn’t even touching him outright and it already felt so good. Vibrant heat burned in his face, rolling along the nape of his neck to plummet into his chest. His heart thundered against the interior of his ribs, creating beats that echoed throughout his body. The desire to crawl back into bed and fall asleep vanished without a trace. All of his attention was hyper focused on Soren – his big hands, his muscular body, the rate of his breathing, the smell of his hair…Gods, he wanted all of him! His mind might be going hazy but the screeching declaration of desire was profoundly clear. Swallowing against the lump in his throat, Callum waited a few moments to see if Soren was going to go any further. This might feel amazing but he…he wanted more. Inside…he wanted to be inside-!

When it became obvious that Soren was either waiting for him to march on ahead or was content right now to play with his cock, Callum blew out a sharp breath through his nose. He didn’t really like taking the lead. It was so embarrassing! But…but…Callum grinded his teeth together. No, he couldn’t care right now. Buzzing pleasure pushed at the back of his cock. Blood roared in his ears. If this kept going, he might end up cumming inside his underwear. Taking this bull by the horns would be far less mortifying than orgasming just from just this. Sucking in a deep breath, Callum reached underneath the covers to snag Soren’s wrist, tugging his hand away from his soaked drawers. Bright eyes, swimming with hazy lust, swung up to look at him teasingly. The corners of Soren’s lips curled into a pleased smirk. Callum had to resist the urge to groan. No doubt in his mind – this was the outcome Soren wanted. Couldn’t he just asked him instead of going through his song and dance?

“On your back.” Callum sighed, sitting up. He shrugged off the blankets, pushing them aside so they wouldn’t be in the way. It might be fairly cool in his bedroom but things were going to heat up quickly.

“Yes, my prince.” Soren replied warmly, his low voice laced with desire. His handsome face was flushed bright red. Fat droplets of sweat slid down his forehead, dampening the stray locks of hair. He reached out to catch the string holding together the flaps of Callum’s shirt, tugging them open to reveal his smooth, pale skin, “What else do you want me to do? Spread my legs? Beg for your cock? Sing your praises? Pose naked for you? I bet you could draw a picture of me that’d make even the most celibate of priests drop their drawers.”

“Shut up.” Callum laughed, a little surprised at himself for not thinking of drawing Soren nude before. He’d have to tuck that idea away for later. It was definitely something he’d want to do in the future but right now, there was the tantalizingly allure of Soren’s gorgeously buff body.

Callum slipped between Soren’s legs, using his significantly smaller frame to push them open. Hooking his fingers underneath the hem of Soren’s loose trousers, he yanked them down without a word. Soren’s rigid, dripping cock popped free, twitching and glistening in the low light. Swallowing down a mouthful of drool, his heart thrumming in his throat, Callum couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to drag his tongue across the smooth, pink slit. Soren gasped, his hips bucking slightly, bumping the tip of his dick against Callum’s lips. Large hands landed on his head, weaving through the mussed locks. Bitter precum smeared across his taste buds. His mouth filled up with the sweet, salty flavor of Soren’s thick cock. Callum swirled his tongue around the bulbous head a couple times before slipping down, mouthing along the fat shaft until he reached the base. He pushed down even further, taking one of the meaty balls into his mouth, suckling lightly.

“G…Gods, Callum…your mouth…feels so good-!” Soren gasped, rubbing the nape of his neck with the tips of his fingers, “But come on, don’t tease me!”

“Why not?” Callum panted, smiling slightly at how Soren’s cock twitched when his breath puffed against it. He dragged his tongue back up the side of his shaft, pausing at the head to teasingly rub against the slit. Reaching down, he rolled the fat orbs in the curve of his palm, squeezing them gently, “You were teasing me. Shouldn’t I repay the favor?”

“Urgh, alright, I’m sorry!” Soren tugged gently on his hair, staring down at him with big, pleading eyes that nearly came across as comical, “Please, put it inside. I’m ready for you so just do it!”

Callum blinked, lifting his head slightly to peer into Soren’s face. He had blushed an even brighter shade of red – a sure sign that he wasn’t kidding. That wasn’t something that happened often. While Callum was consistently on top, getting him ready was usually his role – mostly because Soren always whined that he did it so much better. Wasn’t like he was complaining. Watching Soren squirm and writhe underneath him as he fingered him open in preparation for taking his cock was always so amazingly satisfying. Despite that, knowing that Soren was so desperate to have him inside, he had taken the time to go ahead and get himself ready before coming here…that might undo him right here. Swallowing hard against the harsh dryness in his throat, all thoughts of teasing Soren long gone from his foggy mind, Callum straightened up.

“Spread your legs.” Callum panted, his head whirling with growling heat. Inside…inside, inside, inside-! He wanted to be inside already-! His cock was throbbing-! He wanted Soren – his heat, his softness – everything, he wanted everything, “Hold them up. Don’t let them get in the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, hurry!” Soren whined, doing as he was told.

He slipped his hands underneath his knees, pulling his legs up and open. A wild burst of erratic heat tore out from the base of his belly at the sight of his adorably pink, drenched hole. He…he really had prepared himself! Oh Gods…he was gonna cum…he was seriously going to cum before he even put it in. Giving his head a hard shake, ignoring Soren’s triumphant snort, Callum leaned over to yank open the top drawer in his bedside table. He grabbed a large vial of tube, pulling the cork out with his teeth. He poured out a generous amount onto his aching cock, uncaring that it splattered all over the bedsheets. Everything was going to have to be cleaned anyway. As soon as he was satisfied with the clothing, he slapped the cock back into place and tossed the vial away without a second look. Soren was panting heavily, his lustful gaze focused intently on Callum’s dripping cock. He dragged his tongue along his lower lip, a hungry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Please, come on! Come on!” Soren urged him, rolling his hips. He reached out to grab at Callum’s arms, tugging on him.

Knowing from past experience that just telling Soren hands off wouldn’t be enough, Callum grabbed both of his wrists, pinning them together. All it took was a whisper underneath his breath to weave a thin strip of magic around them. It might look puny but not even the sharpest knife could cut it. Even Soren at his full strength wouldn’t be able to snap it. Despite this having happened multiple times since they started having sex, Soren still looked a little surprised. More than that though…the color in his face deepened even further. A familiar unfocused glaze swam across his eyes. Tilting his head back, mouth hanging open slightly, Soren looked up at him with such a lewd expression of desperate need, Callum had to lunge down to capture those sweet lips in a hungry kiss. Moaning softly, looping his arms around Callum’s neck, Soren pushed up into him, returning the kiss with an equal amount of fervor. His nimble tongue slipped between his lips, swiping across his own, the roof and the inner walls of his cheeks.

“Mmm, you taste so good…” Soren murmured against his lips, happily nipping at the bottom one. “How can you taste so sweet just after waking up? Did you go to sleep with some jam in your mouth or something?”

“That’s something Ezran would do, not me.” Callum laughed. Moaning softly, he nuzzled against Soren’s cheek, “Anyway, that’s my line. No matter when I kiss you, you always taste so good. I…I can’t get enough. I love your lips so much.” He paused then chuckled again, “Is that a weird thing to say? I’m sorry, I just-“

“It’s not weird. I love yours too.” Soren dragged his tongue across Callum’s lips, as though to prove his point, “You gonna kiss me even more, little prince?”

“Not if you keep calling me ‘little’.” Callum responded, trying to sound stern and failing miserably. It was hard to come off as irritated when they were like this – wrapped up in their own little world, wrapped up in each other; none of the stresses or pressures of their roles having any kind of say here.

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do if I keeping doing it? Huh,” Soren pushed up, bringing his mouth close to Callum’s ear, “little, adorable prince?”

There was no hesitation on his part. He wasn’t really that annoyed by the whole thing but it was obvious that Soren was trying to egg him on. So, why not give him what he wanted? Clamping a hand down onto Soren’s hip, Callum rammed his hips forward, driving the entirety of his cock through the tight ring of muscles to sink deep into the waiting heat. At the same time, he snaked a hand between them, curling it firmly around the base of Soren’s cock. Crying out raggedly, his eyes stretching open wide, Soren got a split second to gawk up at him in shock before he was wailing loudly, his larger body bouncing back and forth as Callum slammed into him. Intense, incredible pressure clamped down onto his cock. The inner walls closed in around him, sucking him in even deeper. Callum choked out a breathy moan. Digging his blunt fingernails into Soren’s sweaty skin, he bent his head forward, gritted together and focused all of his remaining brainpower on the movement of his hips. If he lingered too long on how amazing it felt to be buried inside of Soren, he really was gonna cum. Soren’s sopping wet cock twitched against his palm. The heat rolling off the thick length was nearly burning him.

“C-Cal-Callum-! Let…let go-! Wanna…wanna cum-! Wanna cum with you-! Inside-!” Soren begged, pulling fruitlessly on the binds around his wrists.

He was reaching the end of his self-control as well. He usually lasted longer than this but…damn, it felt so good-! Still, he wasn’t going to let Soren off that easily. Leaning down to bring his face close to Soren’s, Callum gasped, “You gonna call me ‘little’ again?”

To his surprise, Soren burst out laughing. Pushing forward to smoosh a sloppy kiss to his lips, “If it means you’ll treat me like this again, yeah.”

“You like this, huh?” Callum rasped, unable to hold back a smile. This cheeky ass – was he trying to rile him up? Certainly seemed like it. Well, two could play at that game! He rolled his hips, grinding his length against the spasming interior of Soren’s hole, pulling a strangled wail out of him. Grinning widely, drunk off the power and pleasure, Callum ramped up the speed of his thrusts, no longer caring that he was only seconds away from cumming. He was gonna make this big lug beg. Even if it took all morning, he would get those sweet words out of him. Thankfully (for both of them), Soren immediately began to babble.

“Y-Yeah-! Yeah-! Gods, fuck-! Callum-! Callum-! Feels so good-! Feels so good-! Your cock-! I love your cock-! Please-! Wanna cum-! Please…please, let me cum-!” Soren sobbed, curling his legs loosely around Callum’s bucking hips.

It would’ve been nice to have kept that going but with those words, he was pretty much done for. Cute…cute, cute, cute-! Soren was so damned cute-! He couldn’t-! He couldn’t hold back any longer-! How could he even he asked him that cutely?! Pushing out a sharp moan through clenched teeth, Callum released Soren’s cock. At the same time, he forcibly rammed his hips forward, sending Soren jolting forward. Throwing his head back, eyes rolling back in his head, mouth shaped into a perfect O, Soren came with a reedy scream. Thick ropes of white poured from his twitching, spasming cock, splattering all over his toned stomach. His ass clamped down even tighter around him, milking him with a ferocity that he couldn’t deny.

“S-Soren-!” Callum gasped, dropping down on top of him. He haphazardly pressed their lips together as he came, pumping a heavy load of milky jizz into his tight ass. Intense, blazing pleasure coursed through his veins, setting every inch of his body alight with blistering ecstasy. White flashed across his vision. The blood roaring in his ears was so loud, he couldn’t hear anything else. Resting his cheek on Soren’s muscular chest, Callum rolled and rocked his hips as his insides squeezed out every last drop from his cock. This…there was nothing that could come close to comparing to it. He…he could never get enough of this hole, of this body, of this gorgeous boy.

“That was,” Soren panted, “amazing…!”

“Y-Yeah…” Callum agreed shakily, pushing up onto his elbows. He grinned down at Soren, who beamed back up at him, “You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.” Giggling drunkenly, Soren playfully nipped at the underside of his jaw, “You’re still hard.”

“So are you.” Callum indicated at his still rigid, dribbling cock.

“How much time do you think we’ve got left before people notice we’re not around?”

Callum glanced out the nearby window. It was still difficult to tell exactly what time it was but he had to guess that only around 20 minutes had passed since Soren first appeared in his room. Meaning, they had more than enough time to mess around for a while longer. Not as long as he would’ve liked but he did have to take the cleanup period into consideration. Wasn’t like Soren could go about his duties with his cum leaking out of his ass.

“We got enough time.” Callum said decidedly, straightening up. He cocked his head, gnawing on his lower lip thoughtfully. Continue on in this position or change to a new one? This one was the easiest but might be fun to go with something different.

“Oh, isn’t someone hungry?” Soren teased, rubbing his foot against the small of Callum’s back. “You want even more, huh? Didn’t get enough the first time round?”

“Don’t act like I’m the only one.” Callum replied offhandedly, having already made the decision to turn Soren over and fuck him into the mattress.

“Come on, then and show me what you got,” Soren paused for a moment then added, a smirk growing across his face, “little prince.”

“That’s not going to work this time.” Callum said evenly, ignoring the little squeak of annoyance that managed to wriggle through the fog still clinging to his mind, “Try something else.”

Soren gawked at him for a moment then burst out laughing. Sitting upright with pronounced ease, he threw his arms around Callum’s shoulders, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Leaning into his warmth, Callum curled his fingers into the back of Soren’s shirt, anchoring them even closer together. This big lug could seriously irritate him so much but he…he really did love him – loved every part, every inch. Being with him made being a prince, being here in a Kingdom that didn’t really accept him so much easier.

“You’re so cute.” Soren murmured against his lips, “You know that, right?”

“Don’t call me cute.” Callum mumbled, “I’m a man.”

“An adorable man.” Soren replied agreeably. Nipping at his lower lip, he breathed, “I want even more, Callum. This isn’t enough.”

“It isn’t for me either. I wouldn’t leave this bedroom if I didn’t have to. I wanna stay here with you.”

“Good.” Soren sounded relieved, as though that was what he wanted to hear. Lying back on the bed, spreading his legs open wide, Soren offered an enticing smirk, “Come on, then. Give me everything.”

“Don’t come whining to me later when you’re sore for the rest of the day.” Callum said jokingly.