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mtealeaves · 12 days ago

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I'm not afraid to admit it (I'm not afraid to admit that I love you)

You and Caleb sharing all of your firsts together on his birthday.

-✧- PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

-✧- GENRE: smut, fluff, porn no plot, porn with feelings

-✧- WORD COUNT: 13k

-✧- WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, non-penetrative sex, emotional manipulation, use of 'gege' and 'meimei' in a romantic sense, unprotected sex (i forgot about condoms), tiddy sucking, pussy sucking, cock sucking, 69, tons of foreplay, love confessions, marathon sex, use of petnames when they get into it, brat mc, multiple orgasms, kind of pet play briefly, banter, lots and lots and lots of talkative sex so naturally a super talkative top too

-✧- ao3 version here!

-✧- NOTES: I DIDN'T GET THE CARD so while this is technically supposed to be the aftermath of No-Return Night, it doesn't reference anything that happened in the card directly, it's just more kissing and sex after!

Happy birthday to my love and the light of my life, xia yizhou, who is so incredibly loved by our fandom and other pipsqueaks, and have fun to anything attending his (worldwide!!) birthday events!!! may you meet other sweet fellow hunters and share the love!!

You don’t know how it starts. Was it his hands around your waist, almost encircling the band above your hips, drawing you forward with surprising strength to tug you in, or was it your own impertinence, over a decade of frustration with an adoration that had no outlet for exposure, manifested in the way your hands tangle in his hair, arms looped loosely around his neck to tug him down onto the floor?

The first press of your lips against each other is scorched burgundy, electric in reverence, shattering in its intensity. It’s quiet, timid, and restrained, despite the fervor with which you both brought your lips to meet. Careful in its execution but no less passionate in its embrace, the second brush of your mouths has you capturing his bottom lip between yours for a quick pass, an attempt at something a bit deeper. You swallow his breathless laugh, a muttered ‘is that all you got’ falling from his maddeningly soft lips, and that’s all it takes for the third kiss to finally develop into something deeper.

Your knees buckle. Your fingers slip as a pleased sigh escapes towards the brief distance between you two as he pulls away briefly to breathe, pressing gentle kisses in a line that curves from the apple of your cheek to the corner of your lips, fluttering with laughs and whispered praises in between each one.

Caleb knows how to fill the space. He knows how to scatter reverence in between passion, knows how to meld the distance between bouts of lust for something truly precious to properly make love with his lips.

“More?” He mumbles, pressing another full kiss to your lips, enveloping yours with the perfect slotting of his plush mouth against yours before you can speak, interrupting your giggles with insistent kisses. “C’mon pips. Give me the green light. I know you’re not that hard to please. By the looks of it, I’d say I’m doing quite well, but I won’t say no to a more proper evaluation.”

“Let’s say…” The back of your knuckles trace his cheek, close enough to feel his breath fan against yours and watch as his eyes flit between meeting your gaze and drifting off into something softer, glazed over as his sight takes you in with the weight of a thousand lives spent together with lazy afternoons and entwined nights. “On a scale of one to ten, you score a 4 in technique.”

“How would you know?!” He protests immediately, pulling back to tug you into his lap, burying his face in your shoulder and scattering insistent, quick kisses over bone and over your neck, blowing hot air between kisses whenever you squirm a bit too much. The implied question in his words is clear to you and only you, the question burning: ‘have you kissed other people before me? I saved myself for you. You didn’t do the same?’

“You’re sulking?” You tease, even though it’s far from that. He’s moved on to nipping at your skin, leaving little bites like a scolded puppy gnawing on their owner, tonguing at the spaces he kisses and leaving the bites wet with uncollected saliva so that they sting slightly.

“Why would I? I mean, if I do things correctly, it’ll be me that you think of, and not them, no matter how many people were before me.” He laughs, kissing the underside of your jaw. “So, a measly four in technique. I can work with that. What else is there?”

“A passing grade for passion. I’d say a 7 at most.”

“You think I’m only a seven for how passionate I am for you? You’re killing me here, pipsqueak.” He tugs you in by your thighs, nestled snugly in his lap, straddling his waist and leans in for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss that you barely have time to reciprocate.

“Caleb—” You laugh in between kisses, playfully swatting at his chest as he fights back, interlacing your fingers together like the stupid romantic that he is. He rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs as he cranes his head, tilting the angle so that he can properly capture your bottom lip and lavish his tongue over it over and over again.

“Gege! You— ack?!” Complaints fall on deaf ears as you squeeze his hands, digging your nails into his fingers only to be met with him picking you up by your thighs as he stands up, holding you snug against his waist. His lips remain connected with yours as he pours kiss after kiss to your soft mouth, stopping only to briefly scatter brief pecks to your cheeks and nose before diving right back in like someone starved. Like a stupid fool, he walks to his room and parades you to absolutely no one, as if he’s showing you off to his collectible and the untouched surfaces of his furniture, walking around while carrying you effortlessly in his arms.

You realize once again how built his chest is. Gege has never necessarily been small, at least in comparison to you, but he’s filled out. The skinny boy that once held his hands out to protect you from bullies has now grown into your capable and steadfast gege, the one you can always count on, the one you can always fall back against.

Your thighs brush against the hard planes of his waist, pillowed by just the right amount of fat. Your arms wrap around his neck, barely strained from carrying you, and your hands trace along the firm edges of his back as the muscles flex effortlessly to carry you. What would it be like to shuck off his shirt completely and see him in his entirety, to watch his skin ripple as those muscles carry you into place, right until you’re sheltered close against him like where you were always meant to be?

“Raise the score?” He murmurs, setting you gently on your back onto his bed, nuzzling into your neck with that puppy-like charm, lifting pathetic, hurt eyes to yours. His bottom lip juts in a small pout, and you grin back at him, shaking your head as you thumb his lip.

“Nice try, but you’ve gotta earn a perfect score.” You counter, smoothing back his hair so the strands fall further from his face, just so that you can see a bit more of those pretty eyes. For once, finally, you’ve got the upper hand. No more of Caleb knowing exactly when, where, and how you’ll perform every move.

Those adorably sad eyes of his? The downturned curve to his kiss-swollen lips, slick with spit? Ploys, all of them, and you can tell. He doesn’t have any remorse. Doesn’t care what the score is if he’s given the chance to do better, and you know gege always works hard until he passes with flying colors.

“Then show me what I’m supposed to do. What does an eight look like?” He bites down gently on the shell of your ear and licks over the back of it, sighing breathlessly. “This? Or maybe…” He nips at your neck, and instead of leaving those tiny marks like before, he’s sucking deep imprints into your skin, biting first, then applying suction and pulling with his lips, tonguing languidly at the sweet marks. “Like this?”

“Maybe don’t act like a dog?” It’s a dangerous move, you know it, and can’t resist trying to push him further. You’re dangling a treat in front of him right now, case in point, your approval, and he’s the one who has to finally try to please you. No more chasing behind in his footsteps, trying to make something of yourself while he ruffles your hair and leaves you behind. This time, you’re the one who holds all the cards.

This time, you can make sure he doesn’t abandon you.

“A dog?” He laughs as he pulls away completely. Your body rejects the mere notion, and you chase after him instinctively, wrapping your arms around his neck to prevent him from getting too far, much to the sly dog’s delight, judging by the way his face lights up even further. “Is that what you want? For me to bark for you? Or maybe it isn’t to your taste, and I’ve been disappointing you this whole time? What do you want? I can be whatever you want, pipsqueak. Just say the word.”

“Bark!” You coo, and Caleb gets on his hind legs, playfully pawing at the air and woofing softly.

“Play!” You try next, and Caleb tackles you into a hug, nuzzling into your chest and neck as he barks softly, panting like a puppy as he wrestles you on the bed. Your hands come up to push against his arms, trying to shove him off.

And when it looks like you’re losing, when Caleb has you covered with his body, you’ll go in for a sneak attack, whispering ‘bite’ against the shell of his ear, enough for him to freeze up against you and let out a quiet, punched out moan as he latches his teeth over junction between your shoulder and neck. Wet and warm, you can feel his hot breaths fan over your shoulder as he bites and sucks, clasping his lips over your skin and laying reverence over it.

“Do you think you’ve won?” He whispers, exhaling slowly, barely restrained. Now you’ve done it. Prodded the bear, and now you’re paying the price. A slight miscalculation, maybe, but if that spurs gege into action, then is it so bad to push him until he breaks? “Is that it?” Fluidly, with the grace of a practiced hunter, he strips his shirt off and tosses it away over his shoulder, revealing a firm chest, flexed with restraint as he flips you over to fully face him. “Oh no, don’t look at me like that. You knew what you were doing, I know you did.”

“I was just pretending. Gege?” You blink prettily, feigning a scared sniffle as you try to apologize by pressing little kisses to his cheek and the corner of his mouth. “Go easy on me, please?” That always works on him. Silly thing he is, always folding so easily.

“You thought you could just do the same and get away with it? You thought I was the same Caleb as always, at your beck and call?”

“Caleb, I—”

“But you’ve changed, pipsqueak.” He cuts you off, strained as he groans against the shell of your ear, laving his tongue over the sensitive flesh. “So I had to too. It’s only fair, right? If you get to do things without telling me like you’re supposed to, then it’s only right that I become harder on you. Who else is going to put you in your place, hm? Who else is going to learn how to change so much just to protect you?”

“But if you wanted it this much…” He sits back on his knees, tongue peeking out a bit as he focuses on undoing his belt. Enraptured is what you are, eyes holding on to the way his forearms flex as he pulls the belt buckle away and slides the leather free to toss it aside somewhere forgotten. Then comes his zipper, coming down slow and dangerously cocky, just like the way he looks down at you, eyebrows lax with condescension, a dazed, happy smile on his face as he takes in how you have to wipe the spit from the corner of your mouth with how much you’re drooling.

“Caleb?” You attempt to play coy, batting your lashes with a weak, frightened smile, ever playing the role of the meek meimei with a ditzy attitude to get away with everything. “Don’t tease, okay? Just let me see it. I haven’t ever seen it—”

Your act slips a little in haste to see that cock. You know it’ll be worth it. But Caleb has already caught onto your moment of weakness, and has only just unbuttoned his pants, letting his hardness peek through the slight opening that reveals his boxers.

At least he’s hard. You don’t think you could handle it if after all this time, he wasn’t just as affected as you.

He crawls over you instead, and all the sudden, you feel so, so small with his towering physique and the way his hand can cradle the entirety of the back of your head. Carefully, agonizingly so, he kisses the crown of your head, then your forehead, then between your brows, all slow and sweet and stupidly respectful.

This man cannot be a virgin. You refuse to believe it. It’s as if you were subjected to hours of foreplay, already dripping wet between your legs and rubbing your thighs together from the mere anticipation of having him at last, at crossing a line that should have been breached years ago. You loved each other even back then, you just didn’t know in what way was right.

But now, as Caleb moves his hand to your knee, moving your legs apart so he can slide his torso in between them, kissing the supple flesh of your thighs as he lifts them so your knees lock over his shoulders, you realize that as long as your love is mutual, everything else will fall into place.

You kick a little, indignant as you press your heel into his back. “Do something! Don’t just— ack?!

He laughs as he repositions you, lifting you briefly so you’re more securely supported by the pillows, briefly pressing a peck to your lips in thanks, and probably just to throw you off. It’s not until he ensures that you’re comfortable that he finally slides down between your legs again.

Caleb groans, rubbing his cheek against your thigh and nosing at your core. Slowly, he takes a corner of your panties in his teeth, tugging it up your thigh sensually while maintaining eye contact.

Unfortunately for him, the pair you chose is a bit tighter on you, so your panties slip and snap right back into place.

You suppress a smile. Cute. Maybe this man is a virgin after all!

He coughs, trying again and getting your panties about halfway up your leg before he loses his grip again, causing him to sit there with his teeth clamped around nothing, looking extremely bashful.

“Very sexy.” You supply helpfully.

“Don’t, pips.”

“It was! I wouldn’t lie! You were really cute.” A giggle follows, and then a full on laugh as you fail to hide your mirth, sitting up a little to cup his face and shower those pouty lips with soft kisses, tender presses of your lips to his over and over again until you’ve memorized every contour of skin as his mouth shifts from a sulk to a tentative smile. “Caleb! Gege, you were so cute.”

“Cute isn’t sexy, pipsqueak.”

“Close enough. Same thing.” You wiggle your hips and waggle your eyebrows, grinning. “Don’t leave me waiting. Are you gonna try again?”

He relents, and this time, he captures the corner of your panties properly, tugging them over your knees, but not without a grunt of effort as he struggles to maneuver them over the joint without losing his grip. Endeared, you help him slightly by closing your legs a bit, allowing him to finally strip the garment off you.

Of course, not before he buries his face in your panties, eliciting a surprised squeak from you.

“What?” Caleb slides over you, panties still between his teeth as he brings up his hand again, fisting the fabric and pressing it closer against his nose, inhaling a hefty breath, groaning as he goes. “If you’re worried, don’t be. You smell heavenly, pips.”

“That’s disgusting.” You deadpan, batting at his chest, trying to steal the pair back from him and missing only when he pulls back, the garment swaying from between his teeth as he nuzzles against it again, shaking his head back and forth like a dog with his favorite chew toy.

Make no mistake, you’re delighted, but to let him know how much it affects you that even the dirtiest parts of you are adored by him would make you the loser in competitions for who knows how long. “You get off to this?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Is there something wrong?” After taking one more breath, Caleb releases the pair, folding it nicely and putting it on the bedside table, not without casting a mock-longing glance, sighing. “Every part of you is beautiful, and that includes anything that touches you. Isn’t that just natural?”

“Sap.” You accuse, pounding on his chest again.

“Whatever you want me to be.” Caleb acquiesces, always giving in to you. He kisses your collarbones and trails pecks down your chest and stomach, gently prying your legs apart from where they’d closed out of shyness. “But don’t hide from me. That’s all I ask of you tonight, okay? I want you to be comfortable, so relax. It’s just me.”

You’re unfairly wet, and not from any other reason other than your adoration from him. You’d imagined this encounter to be… somewhat more passionate, filled with ardent foreplay and dirty phrases whispered in your ears as he worked you open and ready for his girth, but Caleb kisses your knee like you’re something worth treasuring, not even glancing at your aching core and instead focusing on showering the insides of your thighs with featherlike kisses, coaxing you into relaxing.

Is it possible to be aroused from something so gentle? You can tell how much he’s holding back, feel it in the way his hands grip at your legs for only a mere second whenever you make a sound before forcing themselves to go lax. His hips buck, stupidly cute as you watch him purposefully shift himself backwards so that his hardness doesn’t brush up against anywhere inappropriate, and you notice when he bites down on his lip as his eyes finally glance down to your revealed core, entrance fluttering in anticipation of him.

“Pipsqueak, you’re…” He murmurs, making his way down your thigh, massaging whenever you tense up. “You like this?”

“Don’t be stupid.” You scoff, kicking at him, even though your leg is promptly captured and set back down. “Of course I do. Why are you acting so surprised? You’re good at what you’re doing.”

“I didn’t expect it to be this easy though.” He responds, before backtracking. “Not that you’re easy, pips, just that I wanted to put in more work.”

“Why do you need to work hard when I like you so much?” What parts of Caleb believe himself to be unworthy, and which parts of him are desperate for the intimacy that’s promised in this moment? “I like you. I trust you, gege, to do anything you want with me.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say.”

“I deal with worse things every day.” You argue back, insistent. Your body thrums with need, and your entrance is right there, throbbing with ardent desire for him, and Caleb is still holding back by some self-inflicted concept of purity and respect. “You said it yourself. I’ve changed. You’re allowed to change too.”

He hesitates, nosing at your thigh as he thinks.

“Then why don’t we start with something else?” You try, raising an eyebrow and gesturing vaguely. “Is there nowhere else you want to be?”

“You’re not going to give me a chance to escape, are you?” He groans, glancing up and down your body as his breath quickens. “I thought— I was assuming that… from what I’ve read, not all women enjoy having their chest played with. Nipples aren’t as sensitive as other erogenous zones are, and you seemed like you were impatient—”

“You read up?” You laugh, hitting his chest lightly before changing tactics, cupping his face and rubbing his cheeks because Caleb, gege, is so unbearably cute, always making sure he’s prepared before diving into anything that involves you. “What about what you want?”

“Really, that doesn’t even matter—”

“It matters to me!” You pinch his cheeks, insistent. “I asked a question. Answer it.”

“I want…” He whispers, gaze falling to your chest. “I want to touch your chest first. Is that okay?”

You have a bit of mercy on him, because you’re a benevolent meimei, and undo your shirt, button by button. Immediately, Caleb catches on as his fingers scramble on your shirt, fumbling with the buttons. “Let me.”

“What, no teeth this time?” You tease, laying back and tangling your fingers into his hair instead, brushing the strands away from his face. Your fingers wander, tracing the line of his eyebrows and the corner of his eyes as he gets to about halfway down to your shirt.

You’re cupping his face and fiddling with his ear by the time he responds. “No teeth. I can’t wait anymore. You’re making me think that I might just go insane by the time I get done if I used my teeth.”

He finally finishes unbuttoning your shirt, gently helping you out of it and kissing your shoulders in apparent gratitude. The glance that he casts towards you is downright pathetic, and you can’t help but raise an eyebrow, scoffing a bit under your breath to say ‘what are you waiting for? Go ahead’.

That’s all the permission he needs to palm your breasts through the lace of your bra, squeezing once before pausing. He looks like he’s physically holding himself back, head tilted back to expose his throat, where his Adam's apple bobs shakily. You stifle a laugh, endeared by the way he groans, squeezing your breasts again before it quickly turns into a more rhythmic massage. He seems to regain some confidence, and opens one eye to glance at your breasts for just a second before shutting his eyes again and shaking his head, muttering something under his breath.

“Too much? We can save it for another day…” You croon, sighing as if disappointed.

Immediately, his eyes fly open, and he shakes his head. “What?! No, why would you think that? I love it! Your boobs are beautiful! I like them! We can keep going!”

You suppress another giggle, endeared as you reach backwards to unclasp your bra. “Yeah? Wanna keep going then?”

At Caleb’s rather pathetic series of nods, you undo your bra at last and let the fabric fall away.

Caleb stares. Entranced. Completely enamored. His eyes follow that familiar disoriented lilt, and he whimpers, far in the back of his throat, mouth slightly open like he’s about to drool over the mere sight of your breasts.

“Can I?” He whispers, looking ever like the abandoned puppy he pretends to be. Even now, he’s trying to play tricks on you, believing that he needs to manipulate his way into your bed and arms.

As if you wouldn’t give up everything just to get a taste of him. If only he knew that you were just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

“Go ahead. I want you to, gege.”

His cock is still hard as ever, brushing against your thigh as he nuzzles between your breasts and just… inhales. Lays there like a pampered puppy, sometimes rubbing his cheek against the plush curve of one of your breasts, sometimes moving his face back and forth between them and sighing like a man absolutely starved. One hand comes up as if to take one in his hands and stops short, fingers clenching and unclenching in the air with thinly veiled restraint.

If he’s playing a game, then he’s smart for acting the respectful virgin that he might play at, but you can’t quite tell if it’s a ruse to get you to be the one asking instead of him being the one wanting.

Exasperated, you grab his hand, teasing his palm with your fingers before placing it on your breast. “Go ahead, puppy.”

His metaphorical ears perk up, and his imaginary tail starts wagging erratically as he brings his other hand up to your other breast and squeezes, palming your entire chest with his hands and massaging the supple flesh with a deep groan that reverberates when he presses his face to your sternum and kisses the bone. He pushes the flesh together, suffocating himself until he’s breathless, hips finding their way to straddle one of your legs, grinding against your leg with all the grace of a rutting dog. Desperately, he turns his head to pour attention onto the side of one breast, then, as if overwhelmed, turns the other way immediately to kiss the other, seemingly torn between which to focus on first.

You roll your eyes. Impossible, this man is, positioned in your boobs and practically kicking his feet like an excited schoolgirl, finally mustering the courage to rock his head back and forth between them and whimper, breathless and whiny, over and over again as he tries to burrow his face into you. His entire chest heaves with effort as he moans, cock only hardening further against your leg from the fairly tame act.

Still, it’s not like you’re unaffected. Your nipples have hardened, even though he’s been purposefully avoiding them, rapt with attention already, even though you’d rather die than point it out to him. It’s not until his cheek brushes against one of your nipples, eliciting a soft inhale from you, that he abruptly lifts his head, glancing at the hardened bud with wide eyes, gaze flicking between your breast and eyes.

You give him a withering glare, turning your cheek as if scorned, and immediately, he apologizes, pressing kisses to your nipples, both close lipped and open mouthed, as if not daring to put his tongue where it doesn’t belong yet.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” You mutter, playing up the act. “You forgot about me.”

“You don’t like this?” He murmurs softly, fondling your breasts gently with his face between them, only his eyes and the bridge of his nose peeking out from between them, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back as he inhales deeply. “So hard to please. Let me make it up to you.”

It’s not like you didn’t like it. To be handled so gently and treated as though the space between your breasts was some kind of heaven was nice, no doubt about it. But sometimes, you worry that Caleb lacks passion and replaces it for reverence instead. As much as you worry that he’s holding himself back, there’s a part of you that wonders if Caleb burns for you like you ignite for him, the same small part that wonders if there’s a way to shatter the practiced resolve that he has when it comes to carefully treasuring you.

You’re not fragile anymore after all. You’ve learned to be strong so that Caleb can finally take what he wants without worrying about having to hold himself back.

Regardless, he kisses your nipple and finally peeks out his tongue, slightly shy as he flicks the bud, once, twice, before closing his mouth around it and sucking. His tongue swirls over the hardened bud slowly, and he tongues at the sensitive flesh gently before increasing his pace, groaning around you. His hips have stilled, as if he’s not confident enough to do both things at once, but they still buck briefly whenever you react, even if it's as minor as your breath stuttering for just a second.

“You like them?” You play coy, sweetly kissing the top of his head. “I was worried you wouldn’t like my size.”

“I’d like you no matter what size you are, because they’re your breasts.” He groans, lifting his face from your breasts with a drunken smile. “Can I work you open? Please?”

You laugh, gesturing for him to continue, and he takes the order immediately, shifting so that he’s in between your legs.

He crooks a finger inside you, just one still, and your body tenses, back arching so violently your head hits the headboard. You’re left groaning while he chuckles, pulling his finger out and licking it clean, soothing the pain with his free hand. “Aww, what was that? Did it feel that good?”

“Don’t be mean.” You gasp, more whiny than you’d anticipated as you cover his hand with yours, the both of you holding onto your head, stinging like crazy. “Keep going. Just ignore me. I’ll be okay.”

“How could I?” His hand massages your thigh, gently thumbing at your clit in little, sweet circles as he kisses your temple. “Let’s try again, okay? And let’s get you…” He grunts as he respositions you, safe and nestled in the pillows, far away from the dangers of a headboard, and for that matter, the edge of the bed as well. For good measure, you also watch as Caleb glares at the wall as if it were an impending aggressor, stacking more pillows against every hard surface he sees. “There we go. Better, yeah? Let’s try again.”

This time, it’s two fingers inside you, carefully positioned so that they stack one on top of each other, stretching you more easily. His thumb glides against your clit in admittedly clumsy circles as he tries to multitask, crooking his fingers inside you and looking for that spot again while also coaxing you into relaxing. You squirm, uncomfortable for the moment as his fingers glide in and out of your gummy walls, not daring to spread just yet, prodding gently at the more spongy spots.

“Just a bit more. Deeper, I think.”

Caleb’s tongue has stuck out again, focused as he is on trying to find that spot, eyes faraway as he zones in on his hand, thrusting gently against the pelvic bone and searching as he crooks his fingers into the spongy area at last, carefully curling his fingers a bit deeper at a time.

“Feeling okay?” He murmurs, massaging gently. When you tense as he stops short of the right spot, he hums, nodding a bit as he readjusts so that his fingers can reach a bit deeper, remembering his thumb again as he rubs at your clit.

And just like that, finally, he presses on the right spot, and you feel your body tense, entrance gushing eagerly around his hands.

Caleb seems to notice by the way he changes tactics. He murmurs something unintelligible, something about being ‘lucky’, and moves even further down your legs.

“Don’t.” You warn, mind hazy but just barely there, enough to catch on. “I don’t think you’re good enough to suck and finger me at once.”

“Then I’ll do just one.” He laughs gently, pulling his fingers out and kissing your clit, shyly peeking out his tongue to lick at the bundle of nerves. “I think this will be a bit better anyway, now that I know where your sweet spots are. Trust me, yeah? I’ll make you feel good.”

“You haven’t been doing a good job so far.” You point out, raising an eyebrow.

In retaliation, he latches onto your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue lovingly over the sensitive bud all at once. Your back arches. Your fingers clench onto the bed sheets. You think for a second that you can’t even see straight anymore, but that’s before Caleb pulls back, lightly blowing on your clit and pressing his face against the plush of your thigh, one eyebrow raised. “Not a good job, you said?”

Similarly in retaliation you wrestle with him, sitting up and grappling with his arms to shove him back. The result is a full on pillow fight, where Caleb (apparently by mistake, which you don’t believe) lobs you in the head with the edge of a pillow, and where you try to suffocate him with one of his plushies sitting innocently on the side of his bed.

But eventually you win. And by winning, that means that you’re nestled between his legs, face finally in front of the hardness that is his beautiful cock, which has already drooled a cute little puddle of precum over the front of his boxers.

To be honest, you also lose, because Caleb is also between your legs on the other side, lapping around your entrance instead of sticking his tongue inside like he should be doing.

“Do you know how?” He calls out, locking your legs under his arms. You can feel the muscle of his biceps rippling as he tongues a line from the start of your pussy, over your entrance with a cruel little circle around the slit, up to your clit, where he leaves a wet kiss.

“To suck dick? You’re always looking down on me, gege.” You scoff, tucking your hair behind your ear. From where you’re laying over his chest, you can feel his abs clench as he tries to sit up.

So he wants to watch. That’s too bad, because he had the nerve to assume that you couldn’t do exactly what he’s doing, even though you’re both inexperienced. You thrust your hips forward, suffocating him with your pussy.

“Pips, mhggh?!” He splutters, and you feel him desperately stick out his tongue, finally breaching your cunt and tongue-fucking you like he’s supposed to. A shudder runs down your body, and you feel your eyes rolling backwards just a slight bit from the pleasure, but you regain enough sanity to tug his pants and boxers down.

His cock is so hard that it hits the bottom of your chin when it springs out, spilling precum over your skin desperately. Girthy, thick and covered with bulging veins that you know will feel delectable brushing against your insides, gege’s cock is a masterpiece you’re willing to conquer. You can’t help but groan, kissing the tip of his cock and licking along the curve that follows into his slit, already imagining the opening filling up with fresh cum and gushing out, painting your face with ropes of creamy white. As if in response, his slit twitches, dripping a fresh gush of precum.

How do you get him there? You’re already reduced to a pathetic mess, blubbering over his cock as he eats out your pussy with the fervor of a man starved, tongue lashing in and out as his hands grab onto your ass to pull you closer. Not to be outdone, you take his cockhead into your mouth and hollow your lips, swirling your tongue over the head and against his slit to cheat your way out of a proper blowjob.

His hips buck, and his cock slides deeper into your mouth. Immediately, you shove his hips back down with your arms, warning him not to be disobedient as you pull off his cock with a soft pop, blowing over the dampening slit and just watching as precum dribbles out of the tip and coats his cock in opaque rivulets.

“Who says you can— ack?!” Your attempts at being sexy are derailed when he extends his tongue, curling it against your sweet spot just right so that your legs give out, sending your pussy straight onto his face.

A choked moan escapes him, and you struggle to right yourself, but Caleb only tightens his grip on your thighs and shoves his face into your sloppy cunt, drawing salacious schlick, shllick, slurrp, noises from your leaking hole. Your face falls against his cock, eyes rolled back fully as you release little ah, ah, ah sounds, slowly drawing your gaze to his hardening cock, bobbing slightly with each suck as if he were imagining that it was your pussy his erection was buried within.

Dazed, you stick your tongue out, clumsily licking the side of his cock, kissing along the shaft. You manage to let up on your elbows at last, running your lips over the length before pulling his foreskin back again and licking under the tip, eliciting an obscene gush of precum from his slit. Some other being must have taken over and rid you of your inexperience, because you tongue at the opulent strands, using your hand and twisting at the tip to spread the liquid over his cock, making it shine prettily, standing tall and ready.

You sigh dreamily. That thing is going to feel so good when it spreads you open, and you pay your respects by taking the tip in your mouth again, pushing forward valiantly until it hits the back of your throat. Tears spring up in your eyes, but you take in another inch anyway, gagging around his cock and anchoring yourself with a hand on his thigh and the other fondling his balls.

“Gllurk, gluckck.”

You choke, laying your tongue flat against the underside of his cock as finally, finally, you manage to take it to the base, gagging and almost suffocating with the sheer size of the heavy mass filling up your throat. Breathing becomes a second priority, and you start to bob your head, letting his cock hit the back of your throat and breach even deeper with every eager pass of your waiting mouth, cheeks hollowed out to apply suction.

Caleb doesn’t seem to be faring any better, licking eagerly at your insides, retracting and extending his tongue viciously, only pulling back at times to press short kisses to and flick his tongue over your waiting clit. He even gets confident enough to insert two fingers underneath his tongue, crooking them gently to further tease you open and pleasure you all at once.

Your nerves fray. Your synapses tangle, and all you have left is unwavering devotion and burning competitiveness as you redouble your efforts on his cock, sucking on his dick like your life depends on it.

“Wait, meimei, wait.” Caleb groans, moving his thigh so that you’re interrupted. “I’m close, but I don’t want to cum from just this, I want…”

He trails off as if ashamed, and you mercifully pull off his cock, pressing a wet kiss to the tip in parting.

You sit up and turn around in his lap so that your cock angles up against your clit and stomach. Is he really going to reach all the way past your navel? The thought fills you with trepidation and excitement all at once.

“You what?” You goad, laughing as you play with the tip of his dick with your finger, watching his cock bounce with need with how hard it is. “Go on.”

“Didn’t want to cum in your mouth.” He mumbles, lifting his eyes to yours and cupping your face to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I want the first time I cum on my birthday to be inside you.”

Stupid romantic. He makes your heart soar, shamefully, willingly, and you fall for him a bit harder every time.

“I’m on the pill.” You fist your hand around his cock, giving him one slow pump after another, just to keep him hard is what you tell yourself. Definitely not so you can get your hands on that thick mass. “Sooo, it wouldn’t be impossible to accomplish that today.”

“You’re killing me.” Caleb groans, kissing your forehead and then your nose in quick succession. “You’re really killing me.”

“I started taking birth control just for you.” You add, teasing.

“Don’t do this to me.” Your gege just moans again, head tilting back to expose his pretty throat as he tries to hold himself back. He pulls forward again. “We’ll have to work you open a bit more, since I don’t think you can handle it right now—”

You spear yourself in one go on his cock just to prove him wrong.

Caleb seizes, letting out a pornographic moan, and in your dazed reverie, you can see tears collect in the corner of his eyes as he digs his fingers into his thigh, deep enough to draw blood.

It burns. Everything burns far too much, even with all the foreplay that you did. Your gummy walls stretch around his thick cock, squeezing him far too tight for both of your likings. Your entrance flutters around him, just as weak as the whimper you let out, pained but pleased. “I told you I could do it.”

Caleb shakes his head, nuzzling into your neck, and you feel the wetness of his tears against your skin as he mumbles. “No, no, pips, let me pull out. It hurts, doesn’t it? Can I pull out? We can try again. It’s not supposed to hurt that much if we do it right, that’s what I read—”

“‘S not your fault.” You slur, tense as you try to work through the pain, overconfident and stubborn as you try to keep him inside. “I wanted to. I can do it.”

“Maybe if I—” He gives an experimental thrust, shallow and sweet, but you still wince. Immediately, he gives up, picking you up gently by the thighs as you’re still connected to set you back down on the sheets, cooing praises and apologies to you. “I’m so sorry, pipsqueak. You’re doing so well for me, but you need to tell me if it hurts, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Does it feel good?”

“‘Does it feel good’,” Caleb repeats, sounding appalled, muffled against your skin. “Everything about you is good. Of course this is good! I’m about to cum on the spot, so if you’d just let me pull out, then I’d be able to save my dignity—”

“You’re lying.” You mumble, wincing as his hips stutter against yours. “You just care too much about me.”

“So maybe you’re cutting off my circulation a little bit.” He amends weakly. “But it feels good, pips. I swear it does. I just want— you’re making me really lose my mind here, baby. I can’t— if we keep it like this, I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But I want it.” You will tears into your eyes, partially from pain.

“Aw, don’t cry, pips.” He coos, peppering your face with kisses as he slides in just a bit further, pulling out just enough that the head of his dick catches against your tightened entrance as if pleading with him to stay inside. Everytime he teases by pulling out just a little, your needy pussy pulls him right back in so he snaps back into place, rightfully inside you, slick and warm and home. “There we go. Exactly like that. You’re doing so well, I promise. I’m being so gentle with you, aren’t I? You can take it. You’re so strong. So beautiful like this, yeah- nggghh, yeah, you are. So strong. My beautiful meimei.”

“Don’t say things like that.” You whimper, kicking at him, half teasing, more instinctual than anything as your legs shudder from pleasure. “Not when you’re, hn- not there, wait, that’s—!”

“What, here?” A hand presses down on your lower stomach as Caleb shifts to envelop you, kissing under your ear and sighing. “Like this? You like this, meimei? You can feel me go all the way in like that. Let me show you, yeah?”

With a dazed grin, too self satisfied, drunk on adoration, Caleb shifts his hips backwards.

Your eyes, equally disoriented, follow him slowly as he pulls back, all the way out as your pussy drags and clings onto every vein and arch of his girth until he’s left you completely empty, hole fluttering around nothing in anticipation of joining with him again. “Caleb? Don’t tease. Come back in.”

He exhales slowly, groaning with satisfaction as he rubs his cock up and down your slit, lingering on your clit and circling it. You can’t help but to wrap your legs around his waist, trying to encourage him to slip just a bit inside, whining in the back of your throat, always his needy, impatient meimei. You should get what you want. That’s all you can think. Why isn’t gege giving you what you want?

“Just…” Caleb moans as your hole clenches around nothing, aroused by the simple, wet sound of his cockhead dragging against the slick gathering around your slit. He relishes in the sound, flicking his cock against your clit to make disgustingly wet shlicks as he gets himself off with a pussy job, refusing to push in. “Just let me watch that pretty hole, yeah? It’s so eager. You always get like this, or is it just with me?”

“Obviously it’s just with you! Who else would I even want to do this with?” You consider plunging your own fingers into your heat to satisfy yourself, because stupid Caleb refuses to put in any work. “I can go elsewhere though if you’re not going to do anything.”

Immediately, Caleb covers you with his body, shushing you, practically wooing you with how his hands slide up your sides, holding your waist in place. God, it never stops being surprising how his hands almost encircle your entire waist. Having his fingers inside before was heavenly, and you figure you might even take that much if he’s just going to keep rubbing his cock over your pussy instead of stuffing you full like you want.

“I just wanted to see. I wanna see how I make you feel.” He murmurs, atoning for his mistakes by peppering your cheeks and nose with gentle kisses. His cock has moved on to rubbing insistently against your clit as if to make up for lack of pleasure. “I want to take it slow. Is that okay with you? For me to take care of you? I don’t want to go too fast, and you were so tight, god pips, I want to, but I’m kinda scared something’s gonna tear if I just shove it all in without thinking about you.”

“Are you sure you’re not just worried you’ll cum on the spot?” You mutter, shoving him away gently as you turn your cheek. As if magnetized, Caleb follows, pillowing his cheek against your neck and biting at your collarbone as he ruts his hips slowly against your clit, sending tiny sparks of delicious, sweet pleasure up your spine. “That’ll be embarrassing, right? The perfect Colonel Caleb, cumming just a few seconds after putting it in.”

“That just proves how much I care about’cha, right?” Caleb positions his cock against your hole again, panting, tongue lolled out in a lewd expression of dazed adoration, whimpering in the back of his throat breathlessly. “That just proves how much you mean to me. You make me cum in seconds, I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m not afraid to admit it at all.”

You shudder under the weight of his adoration, clawing gently down his back as you try to beckon him to come home. “Gege?”

“Yeah? What is it, pips? Something wrong?” He frets immediately, pressing worried kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“No I just…”

“I love you.” You whisper, the confession encased in reverence and adoration as you press a chaste kiss to his lips, bashful. Your final gamble. “Come back inside, Caleb. Please?”

Your gege freezes. Completely seizes up, except for his eyes, which dart between yours with a frightening intensity. His breath catches and gets stuck, and he’s left stuttering for air briefly, caught between words and a moan. He chooses the latter, whether out of fear or instinct, you don’t know, but he groans deep in his throat, hips bucking so that his entire cock slides against your clit and comes back down, cockhead catching on the puffy rim of your slit.

“I’m gonna put it back in.” He warns, grabbing his cock. You watch as he digs his free hand into his opposite shoulder, creating nail indentations. “And I can’t promise you that I’ll be gentle this time. Is that okay, baby? Are you okay with that, sweetheart? I can’t handle it, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, pipsqueak, I just feel like I might just— god, just give me a bit, okay? I’ll make you feel good, but it might hurt a little at first, love. Bear with me for just a bit, I know you can do it. Be strong for me, okay, beautiful?”

You nod breathlessly, arms looped loosely around his neck as you look up at him, taking in that pretty flushed face of his and slightly open mouth, eyes droopy with exertion as he looks down to where you’re about to be reunited. He collects your slick on his cock, brushing against your clit to appease you before slowly sliding back in.

It burns almost as badly as it did the first time, only this time, Caleb is going twice as slow, circling his hips and whispering praises and petnames in your ear as he slowly works you open. Apparently it doesn’t matter how much you’ve prepared for this, because the heat of his cock splitting you in half still hasn’t waned. The only thing that’s changed is how full you feel, both in your chest and pussy, completely pampered as he kisses the underside of your jaw and jawline.

“You’re being so strong for me, love.” He groans, pushing in just a slight bit more, still short of your sweet spot, but stretching so wide already. “We’re already a third of the way. So much faster than the first time. You’re doing so well.”

He’s lying to you. Caleb always lies to you. There’s no way this is faster than the first time. You wish he’d just shove the entire thing back in. This is why you should be on top, just like before!

You make your grievances known by squirming, unwillingly clenching around his cock as your pussy makes a lewd schilck sound. “Gege, it hurts. I can’t take it.” You mumble, playing coy as you look up at him, willing tears to the corner of your eyes. “It hurts. Just put it all in?”

The smile that Caleb gives you is sinful and merciless, patronizing and innocent all at once. “Yeah? You want it all in that bad, baby?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Yeah. I know.” He murmurs, and you feel his cock recede, painful centimeter by centimeter. Before you can even protest, he’s cooing at you. “It hurts so much, doesn’t it? I bet you’re just dying to get it over with. But that’s not what you deserve, right? You should have just told me instead of lying.”

“Gege,” You protest, petulant as blink prettily up at him, gasping as he starts to slide back in. It’s painful, no doubt, but every piece of him that you take in is another testament to your love for each other, and how much you’ve grown stronger to be able to handle him. “Please? I just want you to feel good. Is that so wrong? I want to make you feel good.”

Wrong. You want him to be yours. You want him to belong to you, and the only way to do that is to make sure this night feels so mind-numbingly good that it imprints inside Caleb’s brain and overrides even the toring chip, cementing itself into his consciousness so that he’s ruined for anyone else.

“If that’s true…” Caleb kisses down your jaw, gripping your hips gently. “Then this is your warning.”

“What?” You mumble, blinking out of your possessive reverie.

“This is your warning.” He repeats amicably.

And with that, his hips snap forward, and Caleb mercilessly thrusts his entire cock inside you.

“Mmngh?!” You can’t breathe with how much it hurts and burns with pleasure at the same time. The head of his cock presses up against your cervix in the back, and shoves itself against your sweet spot with the sheer size of it, filling up your entire pussy with its warm mass. “Caleb, gege, you can’t just— aaahn, ah- ah, wait, wait not there, not there notthere—”

“Yeah.” Caleb laughs simply, rutting into you. He pulls out slowly and rams back in, angling his hips so that his cock rails your sweet spot in one devastating thrust, circling his hips to make sure that every corner of your pussy gets a taste of his cock. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s what you wanted right? This is what you were plotting? Trying to make. Me. Go. Insane.” He punctuates each of his cruel words with an even crueler thrust, snapping his hips against yours so that his pelvic bone brushes against your clit every time.

“Gege, wait, I can’t, you’ll make me— mmnph, ‘s good, too good when you— right there!”

“What? You want to cum already?” He murmurs, pulling his cock out slowly and thrusting back in with one sharp jerk of his hips, repeating the agonizing pattern of dragging out until your cunt clings to his, almost squelching with desperation to keep him inside, and snapping right back into place so harshly that unwelcome noises escape your throat, making you squeal. “God, fuck, look at that, baby. Sucking me in so good, you really like this, hm? You wanna cum?”

“I want to, but your stupid pace sucks—” You bicker, argumentative as always even though your mouth is open and you’re drooling all over his pillows, mindlessly babbling a litany of praises and thank-yous in between. “And your stupid cock sucks, and I wish you’d just fuck me properly instead of trying to be- hhngh!”

He’s receded completely this time, and your eyes fall into a sulk, fingers clawing at his back hard enough to draw blood as you try to persuade him otherwise. It’s simple, isn’t it? All you can think is ‘gege, don’t leave me behind. Come back in. Make me your home’.

Your pussy agrees with you, squelching around him as your walls and entrance work in tandem to try and pull him back in, increasing the suction so that Caleb groans and curses lowly as he shifts his hips. You watch with drunken fervor, mouth open and sighing with adoration as you praise your pussy for being so good to him in your head, eyes locked on the way your slit curves prettily over each of the veins and curves of his thick length, leaving behind sticky white trails of your arousal and lubricant, mixing with his precum. Your pussy is obsessed with mapping out the shape in fervent adoration, completely devoted to memorizing the shape of his cock.

“Is that what we’re talking about?” Caleb smiles. You were so caught up with watching your pussy greedily suck his pretty cock back in that you forgot to look the man in the face. Swallowing nervously, you lift your eyes to his, only to catch sight of his face, head tilted slightly to look down on you with nothing but practiced veneration, despite his cold tone. “You don’t like the way I’m fucking you? Is that it, meimei? I’m not what you want?”

Tears spring into your eyes, brain cells completely scrambled by pleasure, shuffling towards confusion and dissatisfaction. A sinking guilt fills you, and you shake your head, scrambling as your hands go to cup his face. Something in your brain chemistry must be permanently altered, having finally connected with your precious gege. Something in you just wants to please him, just wants to make him feel as happy and safe as he’s suffered to make you feel over the years.

You shake your head quickly. “That’s not what I— I didn’t mean that! I just meant… I just feel like you’re holding back sometimes, and I wish you’d…” The words catch in your throat, and you shift your hips a bit, grinding your core lovingly over his cock, trying to appease him with all of the courage you can muster. “I just wish you felt comfortable enough with me to act how you want. You said it before, right? It’s just me. So why can’t you just… why can’t we make love like we both want?”

Why is he holding back? Why do you have to goad him into properly taking you? You aren’t the type to mistake passion for lust, nor are you the type to believe roughness equates to disrespect. The yearning has built up in your blood for years now, and you wish for nothing more than to be intimately connected with Caleb in all the ways you both desire, sweet and filthy at the same time as love-making can be painfully adoring.

“It’s not that.” He murmurs. “How can you feel safe relying on me if all I do is take from you?”

“How can we trust each other if you’re the only one giving?” You argue back, kissing the shell of his ear, his cheek, and then his nose, stopping short of his lips to lay your forehead against his. “For your birthday this year, I wanted to spend it together, just the two of us, but I also want to give you something special this year. Won’t you take it? I’ve been working so hard to make this happen.”

“I…” Caleb exhales, nuzzling against you with a breathless laugh, half self-deprecating, half hopeful. “You did all of this for me? You shouldn’t have, pips. I would’ve been happy with just being able to spend time with you. I always am.”

“That’s your problem.” It’s your turn to be focused, pulling him so that he’s laying on top of you again. You clamp your thighs around his hips, hooking your legs around him as you lean up to press a quick kiss to his lips, grinning as you encourage him. “You say you’re satisfied and then want more without telling me. I can always tell when you’re holding back. You don’t think I’m ready for it? I’ve been! I knew what I was doing when I fell in love with you. gege. I knew what I was doing when I organized everything for tonight, and I wanted this. Why won’t you believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, don’t say that pips.” Caleb leans down to kiss your shoulder, breath fanning over your neck as he presses gentle little pecks to your jaw. “I do, I do, okay? I believe you, I just don’t want you getting into things that you don’t understand…”

You have to change tactics. This is getting nowhere. You have to show him just how much you adore him, physically and emotionally. In the same way you want to stay connected with him all night, you want your souls intertwined, intimately entangled until the end of time, gege and you, Caleb and you, over and over, in every universe.

Including this one. Especially this one.

“How about you change just a bit this year? For me? Just because I asked?” You suggest, playfully crooking a finger and beckoning him forward. Magnetized, drawn forward by a force so inherent that even gravity fails to remain as stable, Caleb follows you, covering your body completely as your tease turns into a delighted laugh. You wrap your arms around his neck and press insistent kisses to his cheeks, only giggling when he complains softly and halfheartedly asks you to stop. “Take what you want, gege. I’m ready for it. Trust in me for once?”

“You won’t let me go, no matter what, huh?” Caleb kisses the crown of your head, angling his cock so that it sits between your thighs, leaking over your stomach. Just like this, you can see how far his thick mass will reach inside of you, reaching almost past your navel. Gently, he coaxes you open again with his fingers, scissoring them inside you while breathlessly kissing your ear, whispering praises. “You’re so sweet to me. What did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful, sweet meimei? You’re everything to me, so let me show you properly this time.”

He still sounds hesitant, so you press a chaste kiss full on to his lips, savoring the tender contact and the way his sunset eyes soften and the way his lips turn up slightly at the edges. If you had to guess, you’d say that he can’t help it. In the same way that Caleb is your strength, you’re his anchor, and when it all ends, when everything comes to a halt between you two, suspended in a limbo that neither of you dared cross for a decade, it’s the act of knowing every piece of the other that will lead both of you back home.

“I love you.” You repeat, tugging him forward and whispering into his ear. “I love you, Caleb. I love you, gege. I love you, I love you, I love you. Come back inside. Let’s make love?”

Caleb’s eyes light up as you pull back, smiling at him as you cup his face and take his cock in your hands, pumping once, twice and twisting at the top underneath the head as you angle him back against your core.

“Yeah.” One kiss follows another as Caleb murmurs the words against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip and rutting his hips so that his cock brushes against your clit, cockhead catching on your slit each time he thrusts. “Yeah, pips, let’s make love okay? I love you too. I love you so much, I’ll love you forever.”

His hips snap forward, filling you in one, deep thrust, and you moan immediately, fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as your eyes shut.

“No, no no no.” Caleb murmurs, cupping your face as he sets a ruthless pace, thrusting forward and angling his hips to press his thick cockhead against your cervix, brushing against that place that makes you see stars as he goes. “Come on, eyes open baby. Look at me, okay? We’re gonna be okay, trust in me too, yeah? I’m gonna take good care of you, love, I always will.”

You nod, exhaling shakily before prying your eyes open, dazed and cock-drunk, locking eyes with him even as your other senses are drawn to the lewd coupling going on in between your legs. “Okay, I— ngggh, I trust you, gege, I trust you, I- ahn, ah, ah! Make us feel good… gege, hn, right there, right there-”

“I’m sorry.” Caleb coos, groaning gently. It’s a devastating contrast to how his hips rut mercilessly into you. Caleb is bent over you, rabbiting into your tight heat with no mercy, hitting your sweet spot over and over again so quickly that you’re starting to believe that there’s no limit to the mounting pressure that you’re feeling. “I should have made sure that we were making love properly, and— fuck, that’s right, tighten up juuust like that, love— nngggh, and that means making sure that you’re too ruined to think. I messed up, didn’t I? Should’ve made sure every bit of you was satisfied. That’s my bad, uungh— that’s where I went wrong, pips, let me make it up to you.”

“Caleb! Don’t say stuff like that- hhnnh, ngggh… aahhn, ah, right there, yes yes yes!” You babble, mind sparked with ardent love for the man finally trusting you enough to unabashedly connect with you, over and over until your hips bruise in the same of his pelvic bone, and your walls memorize the shape of his thick mass, plunging into your heat. “It’s sappy and embarrassing-”

“I like to be sappy. And I like to embarrass you.” Caleb kisses your forehead, snapping his hips forward at the same time his cock kisses your cervix with equal fervor, just as sweet so that it melts your synapses. “My love, my dear, don’t pass out on me just yet, okay? We have to cum together first, just like you want, right?”

“Just like you want.” You complain, and then, just to be difficult: “Cumming together is a myth that— haan, aahn, yes, there, that… that porn talks about, but it’s actually really difficult, especially for people doing it for the first time—”

“Then let’s beat the odds, yeah?” Caleb responds, unruffled as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders, kissing the arch of your foot and then the top of it, nuzzling against your ankle before hooking your legs completely over him. “We love each other enough, right? What’s there that we can’t do together, hm?”

“Sap.” You accuse weakly, but you adore the way he weaves words together to say the stupidest, clumsiest little love lines. “Together. I’m close, I— aahn, nggh… there, right there, Caleb, if you keep doing that, I’ll want to—”

“I’m close too.” He groans breathlessly, pace growing frenzied and uncoordinated as his eyes roll back. “I’m gonna cum. Can I do it inside, pips? Is that okay? Please let me. I think I might die if I don’t cum inside you, please—”

“Cum inside.” You nod eagerly, looping your arms around his neck and pressing messy, barely there kisses to his face. “Inside, please, I want to feel you inside, wanna know I’m yours, please gege!”

“Shh… uungh, you’re killing me, you’re really gonna kill me, pips.” He reaches down to circle your clit, making you whimper with unrestrained pleasure as he adds another layer of stimulation to the already mind-numbing cock-drunken haze that you have, sending you into a sweet, submissive state of bliss as you relax against him.

Caleb envelops you completely, folding you in half in an adoring mating press as he snaps his hips against you and rubs your clit at the same time, the sounds of your coupling mixing with his obscene moans as he mumbles out breathlessly, “Pips, I’m gonna cum, I’m close, together, I wanna do it together, I’m— ngggh, haaah, ah- oh, nnggh cumming! Cumming!”

“Gege, I, aahn, ah ah aah- cumming! I’m cumming!” You whine, pressing your lips to his in a single, insistently tender kiss, just a clumsy brush of mouths and tongue as you both share a sweet orgasm, shivers rocking through both of your bodies as ropes of hot, thick cum adorn your insides and his cockhead presses a similarly adoring kiss to your cervix, joining the two of you.

The climax feels like it lasts forever. Gege moves his hips in slow, lazy circles, splurting seed into your channel and womb, filling up every last bit of space between your connected bodies as you twitch with relentless pleasure, tears filling your eyes as you mumble. “So good, feels… too good, I… gege, gege, I love you… made me feel… so good…”

“I love you too. I love you— ngggh, oh god, yes, just like that. Milk me dry, my love, just like that.” With half lidded eyes, gege presses kisses to your forehead, cock still throbbing between you two. When he shifts his hips as if to pull out, you whine and move forward, keeping the two of you connected. “It’s not clean to keep it inside, pips. Let me… haah, you’re so warm, so sweet to me, trying to keep me inside. You’re… gghh, really cute pips, but we should clean up.”

You bat your lashes at him. “But I can go for one more? Let’s do one more round? Please?”

Gege’s groan is pathetic.

Caleb pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you, slamming his hip against yours until you’re shuddering with overstimulation, pretending to get away from him with a dazed moan. “Noooo, gege, it’s not like I want more…”

He laughs, taking your face in his hands and kissing your lips gently as his cock hardens inside you again. He hooks one of your legs over your shoulders, and thank gods for your flexibility, because he takes you from the side as he rubs your clit with his opposite hand. “Always so disobedient, hm?”

“But you like it?” You respond hopefully. From this angle, you can’t really touch him, so you just blink prettily at him and try your best to look as tempting as possible.

“Just for that, no punishment for you, pips.” Caleb faux-grumbles, rolling his hips forward so that his cock catches on your puffy rim before thrusting back inside.

“Should’ve, ah, aahhn, done this sooner if I knew you were going to be this rough!” You babble, face first in the pillows and drooling onto his sheets as you’re pounded into from behind. “Keep going, just like that!”

Caleb groans, rabbiting into you as his hips stutter, and another torrest of fresh cum seeps into your insides. He lets out a long, drawn out moan, satisfied as he holds onto your arms to keep you up and connected to him, head tilted back with pleasure. “Fuck yeah, love. You’re squeezing so tight. You’re cumming too, huh? Can feel your walls get all tight around me, juuust right. You’re so perfect.”

You’re bent over the side of his bed, hugging one of his plushies as he takes you from the back, squeezing your ass roughly and pulling whenever he thrusts in so that you get just a bit more push from his cock to your cervix.

“Feels nice…” You babble, cock drunk and completely dazed. How many orgasms was it at this point? “Gege, I love you… you make me feel so good…”

Your pussy splutters weakly around his cock as he wrings another climax from you, and he playfully swats at your ass, making the flesh jiggle as he buries himself deep inside of you to spurt thick ropes of hot cum inside. You think that by the time you’re done, you might be bloated with how much he spilled inside. Deliriously, you wonder if he shot all the way up your systems so that you could taste it.

You make love on just about every surface in his home.

He carries you off the bed, still connected to him as he stands up, every step he takes forcing his cock to wedge deeper inside you until you feel the press of his hard length all the way in your throat. Indignant and already missing the plushness of the pillows.

“You need some water after all that.” He explains, even though you didn’t ask. You just want to continue where you left off! Unfortunately for you, the way his cock bounces and his heavy balls slap against your ass while he walks to the kitchen is more than enough pleasure to keep you sated, and you end up whimpering into his shoulder in shame and embarrassment, unable to even argue back.

He shifts his grip to hold you up with one arm, the other filling a glass from the fridge. When he holds it up to your lips, you shake your head numbly, scowling. In reality, you’re just unsure if you can keep from choking when his cock is filling you up just right, still throbbing inside you even though he’s cum who knows how many times inside. Sticky white drools from where you’re connected, landing with a soft plap sound onto his floors, and you whine at the loss of his seed.

“If you won’t drink…” Caleb sighs, downing the water himself. You watch with dazed eyes as some of the liquid trickles down his mouth, running between his ample breasts and down his hard abs. He keeps drinking, and you’re compelled by some strange urge to palm his chest, squeezing his pecs together so that the water spilled forms a little pond in between his chest, just enough for you to lean down and lap at the water that escaped between Caleb’s lips and the glass.

An indirect kiss… your hazy mind supplies, but Caleb has already pulled your hands away from his chest even though you try to tweak his nipples on the way. Immediately, he releases your hands, allowing you to grope at the supple flesh of his pecs while he angles his head to press a kiss to your lips, open mouthed. You realize too late what he’s trying to do, and your nails dig into his flesh when you’re forcefed a mouthful of water from his lips to yours, warmed by the heat of his mouth. You struggle to swallow, some of the water trickling from between your interconnected lips, but Caleb’s tongue feeds the rest of the liquid into your mouth. He pulls away only for a second to take another swig from the glass, feeding you another gulp of water, to which you protest childishly by pounding on his unfairly beautiful breasts.

That’s all it takes for him to secure his grip on you, bending his legs just a bit so that he sinks his cock into you at an angle that’s different from all the others. While he’s standing, you’re folded against his waist, thighs clamping around him and forehead against his chest, face brushing against his wet pecs as he thrusts viciously into your heat. Slowly, you peek out your tongue, licking up the water that’s run down his sternum, trying to give him a bit of additional pleasure.

You watch as gege’s eyes light up in endearment, and he groans as he rabbits into you. “You’re too cute, pips. Way too fucking cute, that’s adorable, keep doing that. You feel so good around me, baby. You’re just right for me. Let me just—”

“Gege!” You whine, trying to hit him to no avail as Caleb bends over you from behind. He’d wiped the dining clean with his arm, sending various items hurtling to the ground as he bent you over the glass, holding your hips and giving you a simple warning of a sweet squeeze before dragging you back onto his cock. “Cold— you dog, at least take me to the couch!”

“Why do I have to when we can play right here?” Caleb laughs, palming at your breast, the head of his hand contrasting with the chill of the glass table across your stomach and other breast. “You always did like to eat ice cream on a hot day. I figured you might like the temperature difference.”

Your breath fogs up the glass of the table, and you groan as he pulls you back onto his cock, your coupling making harsh plapp, plaapp noises as his hips slam into yours over and over again.

“But I can’t see you this way!” You complain, turning your head over your shoulder. Gently, his hand guides you so that you’re looking forward again, and you press your cheek against the glass helplessly.

“Don’t strain your neck pips, you’ll, aggh, ah, just like that. You’re doing so well, it feels so good like this. Can feel every bit of you clamping down on me, love. You’re perfect, sweetheart. You’re doing so perfectly for me.” He groans, pulling you roughly into his hips, almost hard enough to bruise by the way he’s both ramming into you and holding onto your hips for dear life.

You feel his cock throb, a shiver going through his length and your walls at the same time. Your body tenses up in excitement as you wiggle your hips a little, trying to be cute with the way that you turn your head over your shoulder again and pout out your lower lip. Caleb laughs, a surprised, quick thing that has you giggling back at him with adoration as you relax, sprawled out on the glass table steadily growing warm with your combined love-making, exhaling dreamily as he takes the lead to bring you both to climax.

When you do, walls fluttering around him as orgasm takes over, causing your body to tremor, Caleb lifts you up to press his body against yours, holding you close to his chest as he gently turns your head to kiss your lips. He follows soon after, spilling hot ropes of cum into your awaiting core, marking his place inside you once again with warm, wet seed. You tighten as best you can around him, laughing gently when he grunts with exertion, likely still sensitive from spilling so quickly after last time, but with all the rounds you’ve gone through, his spend becomes thinner and harder to keep inside each time.

He practically runs after he picks you up, making you wince as his cock prods against your oversensitive insides, bringing you back into bed and showering you with loving kisses as he covers the both of you in blankets.

Finally, you relent enough for him to pull out with a soft plop, as his cock finally goes soft after hours of lovemaking.

“One more time?” You laugh weakly, lazily rubbing circles around his cock with your pussy as his spend trickles out and coats the two of you in combined fluids.

“I don’t know if I can…”

That’s until you’re humping each other senselessly, too tired for penetration as you rub your lower lips against his cock head, and he presses his dick against your entrance and slides across the entirety of your pussy, finally spilling weakly over your stomach, ropes almost clear with how thin they are. You follow quickly, walls fluttering around nothing, but still comforted by the heat of his cock nestled nearby and softening completely.

“Mmn…” You mumble, going pliant, sated at last as you cuddle with him.

“Yeah? Was that good, pips? C’mere.” Caleb pulls you close, rocking you gently back and forth in bed before laying the two of you against the pillows, you on his chest while his hands trace patterns absentmindedly into your back and hips.

“‘S good.” You slur, eyes growing heavy. “I love you.”

“We still need to get you cleaned up, baby.”

“I love you anyway.” You argue back, because that’s irrelevant to the point that you’re trying to make. “G’night.”

Caleb laughs but covers the two with his blankets, nestled close to you as he presses one last kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, pipsqueak.”

On his birthday this year, the two of you finally breached a line that even gravity didn’t dare to cross, and fell into each other.

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