Alfonse x m!summoner smut/confession? like Alfonse has a strong admiration for the summoner to the point where it's a crush crush and he can't hide his feelings of love and lust any longer?
Alfonse could no longer suppress his feelings for Kiran any longer. He craved his touch and love like nothing he had ever experienced. He was still new to this, to the feeling of love and lust, and he was so overwhelmed by this mix that his mind felt clouded by it all.
One evening he found himself alone with Kiran in the war room, a tense silence between the two of them. Alfonse found that he couldn’t keep his eyes of the man. Kiran had grown quite lean and fit since his arrival here to Askr. The long marches, the training, and the busy life as a member of the Order shaped his form in attractive ways. He particularly enjoyed Kiran’s shoulders, they were…well nice.
Alfonse was too busy daydreaming to realize that Kiran had noticed Alfonse’s gazing. Kiran smirked. Ah, so he was right.
“Enjoying the show, Alfonse?”
Alfonse snapped out of his daze and looked at Kiran in surprise who was smirking at him. He realized that he had been staring intensely at Kiran, and his cheeks began to burn. “My apologies, I-I was distracted. That won’t happen again,” Alfonse said, averting his gaze away from Kiran.
“Won’t happen again? What if I want you to stare?”
Alfonse’s eyes flickered quickly to Kiran’s to see if the man was joking. He wasn’t.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” he said quietly.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been acting weird around me lately, and I have an idea or two on why that might be.”
Alfonse sighed, his cover had been blown. Of course, Kiran would realize his feelings, Kiran was an observant tactician after all.
“It’s true, Kiran. I…might have developed some feelings for you. But I don’t want that to ruin our relationship and our work.”
“Oh?” Kiran stepped closer to Alfonse. “You sure you can handle being without me?”
Alfonse stepped a tiny step back, feeling his throat tighten, his mouth opening and closing to say something, but nothing came out.
Kiran continued his approach, every step invading Alfonse’s delicate space. Step by step, Alfonse went back until the wall behind him made him aware that he was trapped. Somehow, Kiran’s face was inches away from Alfonse’s, this time, his gaze was the one burning into Alfonse.
It had happened so quickly, their lips connecting with one another, and Kiran’s hands gripping the back of Alfonse’s neck. It was tentative at first, wavering and unsure, but they both grew confident and their kisses became more passionate.
One thing led to another and Kiran found his hands reaching into Alfonse’s pants and gripping his length. All he did was just gently rub the prince in a steady motion and that was enough to get him going. Alfonse writhed under Kiran’s grip. How embarrassing would it be to see the crown prince of Askr become dismantled by his Summoner in the corner of a room.
In a cruel and teasing manner, Kiran stopped pumping right when Alfonse was ready to release. Gods, would he have loved a camera right now to save the prince’s state. Disheveled, a flushed mess, a glazed expression. But the war room was too open, too much of a risk, and they would finish this later.
With a final kiss and that damned smirk of his, Kiran told Alfonse they would finish this another day, and to “have fun.”
Alfonse cursed to himself and tried to fix himself, his erection much too visible through his pants. He hoped next time would be sooner rather than later, cause there was no way he could last without Kiran’s touch any longer.