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Kinktober 2024 Day 25: Wise x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 9972

Warnings: Afab!reader, INCEST, blowjob, rimming, anal play (male receiving), rectal thermometer, cunnilingus, 69 position, brief sex while on the phone, video recording

A/N: Yes, yes, I'm going to try to finish these up from last year. I only have a few left! Also don't take this too seriously, I actually really like Nicole but I needed someone to make us jealous. 😩

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“Thanks again for all your help, Proxy. We would have been royally screwed if it hadn’t been for you last night. Just put this one on my tab, okay?”

You can’t help the sigh you breathe into the phone but you’re acquainted with Nicole well enough to know she won’t take offense to it. If something as small as that actually bothered her she would have paid off her long running IOU ages ago. “Sure, I’ll just add it into your file with everything else. You’re going to have quite the stack of receipts piled up soon.”

“That’s just the cost of doing business. You know that. You’ll get your money though, so be patient. It’s not like I’ve ever run out on you guys before.”

Juggling your phone to the opposite hand, you climb up onto the little stepladder in the storefront so you can stretch for the top shelf and slide a recently returned VHS back into its rightful place. Typically your brother would have taken care of such things that were too far out of your reach but …

“Alright, Nicole. I get it. Did you need anything else? I’m a little busy right now.”

“Actually,” she says on the other line, the uncharacteristically hedging tone in her voice giving you pause. “I did want to ask you something. It’s about Wise.”

“What does he have to do with this?”

“He doesn’t. Have anything to do with it, I mean. It’s just, ah, I was wondering if … he was doing alright or not. I haven’t heard back from him at all today.”

It takes you a beat to fully wrap your head around what she’s saying, what she’s asking you, and with understanding comes a slow settling icy chord in your gut. Letting your outstretched arm flop back down to your side, you turn in place on top of the stout ladder to look out over the rest of the store. You don’t see much of anything at the moment beyond the tunneling of your vision though.

“Have you been calling my brother?”

“Texting him!” Nicole quickly corrects you. A bit too quickly, if you’re being honest. “Only texting him, just to thank him for helping us out this time. As you should already know by now I like to personally extend my appreciation whenever it’s due. And since you and him make up Phaethon together I figured personalized messages were in order, that’s all.”

Uh-huh. Sure. You were totally going to buy that.

“He’s sick.” You tell her, and that was the truth. “He woke up feeling under the weather today so I sent him back upstairs to get some rest. I’m watching the shop solo at the moment. If he hasn’t responded then he’s probably sleeping.”

“Oh. I see.” She murmurs, trailing off into silence. You don’t miss the note of disappointment in her voice though and it makes something within you twist just that little bit tighter.

“I’ll tell him to call you later.”

“Okay. Thanks, Proxy.”

“You’re welcome, Nicole.” Without waiting for her to respond, you disconnect the call. Rude, perhaps, but you knew that this wouldn’t be nearly enough to get under Nicole’s skin either. It’s not like she hadn’t hung up on you plenty of times before.

But you’re still annoyed with her despite knowing that this is just how she is, and you jump down from the stool to do a quick sweep of the shop. Satisfied to find that there isn’t anyone else in the store besides Eous in the other room, you make your way up to the front door where you turn the lock in place and flip the open sign over to closed. There were usually at least one or two people meandering in between the shelves during the work week, stopping by on their lunch breaks or on their way into the city, but the pouring rain outside had seen to it that you would have a slow, dreary day.

For the better, really. It was just a bit lonely running the place by yourself and your sudden desire to talk to Wise couldn’t wait until after hours to have this conversation. Not like you hadn’t had it before, but it looked like you needed to have it again.

Taking the cramped flight of stairs up to the second floor two steps at a time, you breeze right past your own open doorway to stand in front of your brother’s. Your hand lifts to deliver a curt knock and you call out to him, wondering if he was really asleep in there.

When you receive no response whatsoever, you reach for the handle and carefully pull it open to peer inside. The lumpy pile of sheets on top of the bed stirs at the unmistakable sound of intrusion, groaning softly as a head of mildly ruffled soft gray hair pops up to peer over the blankets. Aquamarine eyes blinking sluggishly, Wise squints at you in confusion.

“What are you doing?” He rumbles, his voice heavy with fatigue, and you take that as your cue to let yourself in.

Quietly shutting the door behind you, you pin him with your sweetest, most unassuming smile. “Sorry to bother you while you’re trying to rest. Can I see your phone for a moment?”

His neck seems almost unbearably weak as it bobs in tandem with the shift of his gaze, glancing upward towards the window that looks down on the bed. You’re already pushing into motion and coming up alongside him by the time Wise manages to lift his hand enough to reach for the device on top of the cozy ledge that runs along the three sides of his mattress where it sits next to a half full glass of water and the thermometer from earlier.

Snatching it up before he can, you half turn to punch in the unlock code. He noises a confused sound behind you but you’re much too busy pulling up his messages to pay him any mind, your pulse quickening when you find that he does indeed have unread texts from Nicole. Five of them to be exact.

Quickly scanning over them, you’re a bit miffed but not exactly surprised to realize that your suspicions had been correct. She was definitely fishing and trying to bait him into a response beyond what would be considered professional, and that irks you more than you wished it did.

“Is something wrong?” He tries again, gingerly moving to sit up with an elbow braced in the sheets.

“Yeah,” You pivot back around and unceremoniously toss his phone down on his stomach. “Nicole is trying to get something out of you. Whether it’s sex or a free pass at Phaethon, I’m not sure. But I told you this was going to happen. She’s been giving you some pretty intense looks the last few times she was here.”

Outright grimacing, Wise glances down at the backlit screen and the page of texts it was still open on. “Are you serious? She has to know I’m not interested …”

“No, she doesn’t. As far as anyone else is concerned you should be single and ready to mingle, right? Of course she wouldn’t know she was barking up the wrong tree unless you told her straight out.”

Looking genuinely perplexed now, Wise lifts his face towards you. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little.” You tell him truthfully. “You should have listened to me the first time I told you she was cooking something up in that big head of hers instead of waving it off.”

“You’re being unreasonable.” Heaving a very tired sigh, he plops back down onto the pillows and brings a single hand up to idly curl around his phone where it was still resting on top of him. “What do you want me to do? I can’t exactly tell her I’m already taken and my sister will blow a gasket if she doesn’t back off. I’m well aware you think you’ve already put your claim on me and I don’t dispute that but we can’t go around announcing it to the entire world. What would people even say?”

You almost catch yourself petulantly insisting that you don’t care what anyone has to say about it but stop yourself at the last moment. He was right. You were being unreasonable.

It was a little hard not to be though.

Wise was your brother and the possessive jealousy felt warranted in this case. He was everything to you; your friend, your family, your sometimes lover and other half all wrapped into one neatly neurotic package. The fact Nicole felt like she could just waltz right in and sink her claws into him when she’d only known Wise for such a short amount of time compared to you was infuriating and made all the worse by the inherent secrecy of your relationship. There wasn’t anything else you could do about it though.

“Fine.” You eventually intone. “But at least do the right thing and turn her down before she gets any pushier about it. If she starts sending you suggestive pictures on top of those texts I’m not going to be very happy.”

“And what would you have me tell her? She knows she’s hot just as much as anyone with a working pair of eyes does. No way would she let me off the hook without giving her some kind of explanation first.”

Your hands ball into tight, angry fists at your sides. “You think she’s hot?”

Groaning a long suffering sound up at the ceiling, Wise screws his eyes shut as if he were in physical pain. “Please don’t start on that again. I’m a man. I can’t help it when I recognize that a woman is attractive but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. I already told you that.”

Drawing a sharp, scathing breath, your mouth flies open to really lay into him now but the words catch in your throat before you can give voice to them. A lightbulb goes off over your head. He wasn’t wrong about that. Even though he was your brother, your partner in crime and business alike, your best friend and forbidden lover, none of that changed the fact that he was just a man at the end of the day.

A simple, easily persuaded, hot blooded man.

Your scowl promptly flips upside down, stretching your lips in a sly grin. Alright. Two could play at this game then.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’re kind of backed into a corner here, aren’t we? Whatever you think is the best way to handle this situation I’ll support your decision, bro.”

Slowly cracking his eyes open, Wise shoots you an exceedingly cautious look. “… really?”

You bob your head in a quick nod. “Mhm. You seem to have a solid grasp on it so I don’t see any reason why not. I trust you to make the right choice.”

His expression morphing into one of complete and utter suspicion now, your brother stiffly moves as if to sit up again. Probably to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, like you were a tightly coiled viper braced to strike, given the way he’s looking at you. “Alright, now I know you’re up to something. Why are you relenting on this so easily?”

“Do we have any other options? You certainly don’t seem to think so.”

“Be that as it may, I - -“

“Oh, come on. Just relax.” Shuffling forward to close the short distance between you and the bed, you freeze Wise in place with a deceptively innocent smile as you bring your knee up to brace on the edge of the mattress. Poised and ready. Waiting. “It’s not like I’m going to start slipping poison into all of your meals or anything as crazy as that just for some payback. You’re way too important for me to get rid of you now. I told you I’d go along with whatever you decide, didn’t I? But in the meantime … I’ll just have to make sure to remind you how good you’ve really got it. That way you won’t even be tempted to take Nicole up on her offer if she does keep pushing it.”

He draws a clipped breath as if to protest but you beat him to the punchline.

Leaning down and quickly snatching a fistful of his rumpled sheets, you tear them away from him with a flourish that leaves him groaning another exasperated sound. But you ignore him completely as you crawl the rest of the way up onto the bed now that there’s nothing standing between the two of you, setting your sights on his loose fitted sleep pants.

One good tug is all it takes to have the material pulled down in the front, revealing something you’d already known long before this. Wise didn’t typically wear underwear to bed unless it was hot and that was all he was wearing. That leaves his soft cock laying across his inner thigh, the wiry thatch of darker pubic hair crowning the base of the shaft inviting you to reach out and touch it.

Lifting his arm to throw it over his eyes when you do just that, savoringly trailing your fingers through the coarse tuft along his pubis, he mutters a rumbled curse up at the ceiling.

“I should have known you were going to pull something like this …”

“Yeah, you probably should have.” Giggling a delighted sound, you trace your attention further down to take his flaccid length in hand and give it a slow, encouraging pump of your fist. Pliable flesh shifts with the motion to make it gather around the glans in a meaty wrinkle that has your mouth starting to water. He’s so incredibly smooth and silken under your fingers you just can’t help giving him a squeeze to go with it. If he would have allowed you to, you could have played with your brother like this for hours on end and never gotten bored with it.

Breathing out a slow, tentative sigh when you drag your fist down to pull at his foreskin and reveal a brief glimpse of the pink head hiding inside, Wise restlessly shifts underneath you. “Mmnh. Far be it that I want to turn down one of your generous offers but … do we really have to do it right this moment? I’m not exactly in top shape, you know.”

Feeling him start to fill out in your grip despite his halfhearted protests to the contrary, you lean across his thigh to press a lingering kiss to the side of his length. Wise sucks in a stilted breath at the contact but makes no move to truly fight you on it or push you away. No matter how levelheaded and cool he appeared to be he was still just a man, just like he’d said. That meant he was as susceptible to the same ploys and tricks as any other, which was precisely why you didn’t trust Nicole’s scheming one little bit.

But the truth of this matter is a double edged sword and you know you have the exact same advantages she does despite you and him being siblings. You couldn’t argue that it was perverse, perhaps even unhealthily so, but it was much too late to start second guessing this dynamic now.

And hey, if you could even punish him for what you rightfully perceived to be a slight in the process of making your point then all the better.

Smiling to yourself at that particular thought, you press your cheek down to rest against the lean stretch of his exposed thigh. Still teasing him in your hand, you don’t even bother to glance up when you say, “Don’t worry, Wise. I’ll take care of everything. Just sit back and enjoy it, alright?”

His cock twitches in your fingers as if in direct response to your entreaty, silently encouraging you to keep going. So you take your time lightly pumping him; up and down, up and then down again to gradually work him to full stiffness over the next few moments. At the same time you angle your face inward to nuzzle at the hair padding his groin, breathing in deep the clean smell of him to give yourself a faint head rush that makes your pussy distantly clench. The two of you really had been made for each other right down to the molecular level. There would be no separating you from one another no matter what cute little tricks the leader of the Cunning Hares pulled out of her bag.

Yet even that innate knowledge, that certainty is not enough to fully deter your possessive feelings for him and you knew Wise would behave much the same way if the roles had been reversed. His methods would be different, of course. More subtle and less outwardly confrontational, but the end result would be the same.

And when he hums an appreciative, groggy sound, spreading his legs further out on the bed to grant you unfettered access to him, you almost wonder if he secretly enjoys playing this back and forth game with you. Maybe that was the real reason he was so reluctant to shoot Nicole down. He could be just manipulative enough to pull something like that when he set his mind to it that it wasn’t entirely out of the question. The possibility of it doesn’t bother you all that much though, truth be told. Not when you may have likewise been tempted to play a similar game just to get his attention.

So you shift closer to him on top of the mattress, tugging his sleep pants further down to expose a greater strip of his thighs. Still working him over with your hand, you lean deep into the space between his legs and press your face against the silken weight of his ballsack. Another deep pull through your nose has his scent coating your tastebuds, swarming your olfactory system in a heady buzz that fills your head with cotton. You couldn’t ever seem to get close enough to him, to get your fill of him, but that was very much a two way street that went both ways.

“Mmhm … don’t tease me.” He groans softly. “I’m sick, remember? You’re supposed to be nice to the ill and infirmed.”

Laughing quietly under your breath, you peck your way up along the center seam of him straight to the base of his shaft. There you proceed to drag your lips over the faint vein that runs down the underside of his now rigid length, tauntingly working your way higher and earning yourself a breathy little moan from him. He was going to continue to play up that poor health angle to try and garner more of your sympathy, of course, but he looked like he was already starting to feel much better where you were sitting.

And to further prove that, Wise’s narrow hips give a weak flex in return, nudging himself across your mouth in encouragement and supplication alike. Your tongue comes out then to trace a taunting path the rest of the way up until you at last reach the end of him. A quick swipe over the gathered tip of his foreskin rewards you with a sticky, salty burst of flavor that rushes straight down to your cunt and makes you crave the relief of sweet friction there.

You’ve just started to close your mouth around him, moaning softly in the back of your throat while you do it, when his phone suddenly starts to buzz. But rather than the singular, one off notification indicating an incoming message, it keeps vibrating in a rhythmic pattern that could only mean one thing. Someone was trying to call him.

Flicking your eyes up, you watch him distractedly lift the rumbling device to look at its screen and a sharp grimace immediately overtakes his face. “Dammit, Nicole.”

The same icy thread as before immediately settles over you again but this time it feels like a subzero shard of hoarfrost blowing in with the frigid northern wind. You don’t normally harbor any feelings of ill will or dislike towards the other girl but this situation was making you start to hate her. And how long had it even been since you talked to her? Thirty minutes at best?

She really couldn’t wait any longer than that?

As if sensing the abrupt spike in your temper, or perhaps physically picking up on it where your hand was still wrapped around his cock and slowly squeezing down on it tighter, Wise sends you a harried glance. He appears momentarily torn between the two equally unforgiving choices laid out before him, but at the arch lift of your brow he quickly makes the right decision.

Jabbing his thumb into the screen, he decisively lifts the phone up to his ear. “Hello, Nicole.”

You can’t quite make out what she says in greeting, but he shoots you another quick look before responding.

“Sorry I missed your texts. I just woke up.” A pause. “Yeah, too many late nights probably. I’ll have to start taking better care of my health. Thanks for the well wishes though.”

A longer pause follows this exchange while he listens to her speak on the other end and you strain your ears to try and make out what’s being said. It’s no use though.

Either the volume was turned down too low to hear anything more than a vague murmur or she was talking in an uncharacteristically timid voice that didn’t carry very well. The latter seemed likely enough that it was believable in this case, but for the sake of your own peace of mind you were going to assume it was the former. Your brother had never been overly fond of loud noises, after all, and that reflected in his taste in music as much as his preference for art films and documentaries. You could delude yourself into writing it off for the time being, at least.

“My sister?” He suddenly says, making you perk up from your spot knelt between his legs. Tipping his chin down, Wise just looks at you for a drawn out moment while Nicole rattles off something or another in his ear. “She’s downstairs taking care of the shop. No, I haven’t had a chance to talk to her since earlier. Why?”

Clearly only half listening to her, he offers you a small smile as his unoccupied hand comes down to lightly caress the side of your face with featherlight fingertips. The gesture is affectionate and reassuring in equal measure, a silent promise that seemed to say of course he would always pick you.

Appreciatively leaning into it, you nuzzle against him even while you give his cock a brief warning squeeze to remind him what’s on the line here. Oh, if only she could see how the two of you were laid up in his bed right now. That would certainly make quick work of this problem.

And Wise clearly picks up on the message loud and clear, somewhat awkwardly clearing his throat before speaking again. “Ah, I see. Actually, Nicole, I wanted to talk to you about that. I’m sure you know how much I appreciate our working relationship with the Cunning Hares and my sister does too. I think we can even consider ourselves friends at this point, don’t you agree? But I’d hate to see all that go down the drain just because of an impulsive decision. I’d prefer to keep things strictly professional, if that’s alright with you.”

The frigid chill in your body begins to thaw, replaced by a blanketing warmth that makes you buzz right down to your bones. Wise still wanted you over anyone else. And not only that but he was also willing to turn other girls down even when he really didn’t want to put himself on the spot like that, if it meant appeasing you and your jealous streak. You trust him, of course. With your very life. But to see his commitment to you laid out as plainly as either of you would ever dare to risk discovery …

A big smile spreads across your face. You can hear the distant, tiny mumble of Nicole’s voice responding to him, saying something you can’t quite catch, but that doesn’t really matter anymore. He’d given her his answer, and now it was your turn to give him yours.

Angling the cock in your hand, you open your mouth wide and swoop down to take him straight to the back of your throat without warning. Wise jolts so hard he nearly comes completely up off the bed, gasping a ragged sound while his hips futilely twist underneath you. The hand that had once been caressing your face so tenderly now shoves against your forehead, trying to push you away while he was still on the phone, but you don’t budge. He tastes heavenly on your tongue and you’re much too pleased with your brother not to reward him.

“O - oh, sorry, I …” He sucks in a hissing, seething breath, trying to calm the fluster in his voice. “My throats just a little sore, that’s all. I didn’t mean to cough in your ear. Y - yeah, that’s … ohnn, that’s fine, Nicole. I’m not upset or anything.”

You give him a hard suck in approval, flicking your tongue up to lave at the sensitive underside of his frenulum. The sensation has your brother’s stomach dramatically flexing where his loose fitted thermal shirt was now slightly askew, revealing a strip of the smooth, soft skin below his navel. The darker, almost charcoal gray of his pubic hair and the faint happy trail leading down to it are the only interruption in his otherwise blemish free complexion, and it’s just as wispy as the curls currently tickling the end of your nose.

While he valiantly tries to hurry Nicole off the phone without being too conspicuous about it, you palm at his tense thighs and drag your hands down until you find the bunched top of his pants. Wise fights you on it every step of the way but you eventually manage to get his bottoms pulled off and tossed aside where he wouldn’t be able to easily retrieve them. Sending him a quick, utterly innocent smile, you nudge somehow even closer to him on the bed to settle between his thighs while he narrows his eyes at you in warning.

“Yes, Nicole. I’m listening. But you don’t need to explain yourself. No harm, no foul, right? I just - -”

He cuts off abruptly when you sink back down to shove your face into the fleshy cradle of his ballsack, luxuriating in the baby soft texture against your skin. Using one hand wrapped around his spit coated cock to slowly pump it, you use the other to press on his inner thigh and spread him open for you. Although he puts up a cursory struggle against this as well you still ultimately win, of course, giving yourself enough space to kiss and lick your way lower until you can lap at his taint.

Sucking in a deeply frazzled breath, Wise flings his hand down to grab at the top of your head again, yet he seems torn between either shoving you away or pulling you in closer this time. “Fuck. Oh. No, sorry. I just … I spilled my water everywhere. I really need to go. Let us know if you need anything else though, alright?”

It sounds like she starts to say something else, likely confused by the unmistakable urgency in his voice, but whatever she may have suspected was almost certainly far from the truth. The thought that Wise might not be interested in her because he was already involved with his own sister would probably never cross her mind, and you take a great deal of petty joy in watching him jab the disconnect button instead of waiting for her to finish.

Outright groaning now that he’s free to do so, Wise throws his arm out to the side and carelessly drops the phone to get swallowed up and lost in the sheets. “Dammit. You can’t just - - ahhn, shit.”

Grinning into his taint, you give Wise’s cock another vigorous squeeze that makes his shaft fatten with the trapped blood flow. It pulses in your grip, faintly flexing under the pressure you exert, and his breath becomes more shallow as a result.

Using your other hand to hook under his bare thigh and push it upward, you angle your face further down until you feel the wrinkled dip of his asshole on your tongue. He gives a faint jolt as if you’d just electrocuted him, noising a sound of reluctant pleasure into the air as you trace around the rim with just the tip for a prolonged moment.

When you finally get your fill of taunting him with it, you flatten your tongue to the pucker and lap at it in earnest. His entire body shudders at the sensation and he slowly spreads his legs for you, widening the available space between his thighs in obvious invitation. Completely of his own volition now he gives himself over to the ministrations of your mouth and you keenly lean into your work, pressing tighter against him so you can thoroughly work over the center of his hole. The vague threat of penetration does wonders for his remaining inhibitions and he openly moans a huffy, needy noise that encourages your tongue to lick at him faster, getting progressively messier with it as the seconds tick by.

The tight press of his cheeks on either side of your mouth rapidly grows hot and stuffy like this, dampening with the excess of clinging spit. It also coats him in a fine lather and it doesn’t take long for his hole to pucker against your swirling tongue, the rim gradually puffing up and rising until you can feel the meaty drag of it with each slobbering pass. He rattles something low under his breath to spur you on, encouraging you to tongue fuck his ass until he cums, but you have something else in mind. Something far better than that, in your opinion.

Pulling back with one last deafeningly loud slurp, you quickly kiss your way back up his taint, over the soft weight of his balls, climbing the length of his cock one peck at a time before at last reaching the head. Wise viciously hisses at the lingering kiss you place there, right over his slit, but you don’t stop there for very long either.

Leaning down to his pelvis you take a moment to briefly nuzzle at the wispy strands there before following his happy trail up to the flat little bellybutton in the center of his stomach. You pause to give it a quick lick before climbing higher, shoving his shirt out of the way as you go. Each of his nipples gets a brief suck and a playful nip, just enough to tease him, and then you’re finally stretching up to catch his mouth in a searing kiss, letting him taste the flavor of his own ass and his cock on your tongue.

Wise rumbles a faint sound of protest but he doesn’t fight it, not really. Rather he kisses you back with a subdued intensity that shoots straight down to your cunt and makes it squeeze around nothing again. Your want for him is almost unbearable as you thread your fingers through his mussed bed head to clutch at him all the more fervently, basking in the familiar taste of your brother's mouth.

And when you pull back to look at him, keeping your hands locked around his head to stop Wise from chasing after you, he lets out a frustrated little sound of need. The way he peers up at you, voraciously drinking in the sight of you perched atop him as if he would’ve given you anything you asked for in that moment, has you feeling heady and powerful. Like no one else could possibly compare to you in your siblings’ eyes. Given his rapt, transfixed attention, you almost believe it to be true.

Sometimes you couldn’t shake the sense that he would agree to come out and make your relationship public if you just pushed him on it enough, and this was decidedly one of those times. It’s as if he was completely mesmerized by the sight of you, drunk off of your touch and your kisses.

“Please.” He murmurs, barely more than a whisper and just as sweet as one too.

“What is it, Wise? What do you want?”

You lean back down as you pose the question, stopping just short of his nose brushing against yours. Two sets of identical gazes and their matching ocular implants blink at one another. Adjusting, fixing and focusing in on their respective counterparts.

In that moment Wise’s pupils blow wide to nearly swallow the aquamarine irises right in front of you, and you’re sure yours must be doing the same.

Not for the first time you catch yourself thinking that perhaps you and him would have been soulmates in another life. Proper ones, who were not related to each other and doomed to suffer as a result. Maybe that was even the real reason for the current predicament that had brought you to New Eridu in the first place. Punishment, for taking that fateful bite of the first forbidden fruit.

“Your mouth. Please.” He practically whimpers, making his chest hitch slightly with the shallow inhale he sucks in. “I’ll make it up to you later, I promise. You just have me so worked up … I wasn’t expecting you to go down on me like that while Nicole was still on the phone.”

That brings a fresh smile to your face. “But you liked it?”

“I loved it.”

His hands come up to take pinching hold of your hips and he gives them an affectionate, too tight squeeze, as if to emphasize and highlight how very sincere he was about that. You shift on top of him in response, nudging your pelvis forward to grind your cunt against the flat plains of his front in a stilted drag. To no one’s surprise you were absolutely soaked and your panties stick to you where the pressure is applied, deliciously squishing your pussy lips to the contours of his stomach.

You were eager too, almost as much as he was. But you still had a point to make here. Would Nicole or any other suck him off while he was on the phone, in the middle of rejecting another girl just because he knew that would make them happy? Would she eat his ass with the same enthusiasm and voracity, or was the leader of the Cunning Hares much too proud for that? Would she ever get him the same way you do? Could she understand the ins and outs of his body with half as much fine tuned precision even if she spent the rest of her life trying to learn him? You didn’t think so.

Because the two of you shared a connection that went far beyond the physical. It was in your very DNA, the makeup of your individual persons right down to the smallest atom. What you had together went beyond anything either of you could hope to have with another — any other. He had to know that.

“Are you sure you want my mouth, Wise? You can ask for anything, you know.”

Swallowing hard, he bobs his head in a quick nod. “Positive. Please?”

“Alright. I guess I can do that.” You drawl, teasing him with a cheeky little grin to go with it. “You are my favorite brother, after all.”

Wise blurts out a huffy little laugh at that. “I’m your only brother, weirdo.”

Yes, that’s exactly what you were. What both of you were. Weird.

Licking your lips in anticipation, you close the scant distance between you and Wise, claiming his lips for yourself again. He sighs a faint sound into the kiss even as he tips his head to better return the gesture, his tongue coming up to tangle with yours.

At the same time you reach up with one hand to blindly feel along the wooden ledge that brackets his mattress. He’s either too distracted to notice or he simply doesn’t care enough to question what you’re doing, which suits your purposes just fine. Finally, you locate the thermometer after a bit of fumbling and you bring it down in a closed fist in an attempt to conceal it from his line of sight.

But he doesn’t even seem to register that you’ve picked up anything at all, merely issuing a groggy, needy groan into the still bedroom when you start to kiss your way back down. Over his chin, his neck and his bobbing Adam’s apple, lips skirting his clavicle before angling to take one of his pert little nipples into your mouth. You take a moment to suckle at it, willing it to fatten and heighten his sensitivity before moving on, pecking further down the center of his body.

At his hips you quickly sit up and get spun around to straddle him with your ass pointed at his face, giving your brother a mouthwatering view under your skirt. Looking down at his rigid length from this angle, you realize that a fresh dollop of eager precum has beaded along the tip to make it glisten and gleam faintly in the meager light coming in through the window. Still so soft and smooth, yet galvanized from within to make it stand straight up off his pelvis in a searching, supplicating arc. Leaning down to quickly lap up that salty offering, you bend closer still and nudge your face between his legs while your free hand hooks under his thigh again.

Your brother immediately starts to fidget, rousing from his lulling stupor when you push his leg up and out to spread him open much like before, exposing the pucker of his asshole to your voracious appetite. He draws a stilted breath as if to complain or to protest, clearly preferring to have your mouth on his cock rather than there. But the words catch in his throat with a reluctant moan when you stick your tongue out to prod at the center wrinkle, testing its slack and give.

The implication of penetrating him with it once more does wonders for his willingness and Wise sluggishly hitches his leg further towards his chest, knee bending in the air next to your head to better welcome you in. You feel downright devious with the knowledge of what you were about to do to him, how exactly you were going to reward and punish him in one fell swoop as you keenly lap over his hole to ensure it was nice and lubricated with sticky spit. And as your excitement grows so too does your impatience start to swell. Lucky for you though the thermometer wasn’t very big and you soon deem him ready.

Inconspicuously crowding your hands in close, you curl one set of fingers under his balls so you can gently lift them out of the way, giving yourself a better look at what you’re doing. With the other, you guide the petite, rounded tip of the insertable half right up to the vulnerable center of his entrance where you carefully start to push in. The way his body puts up only cursory resistance before immediately relenting under pressure and accepting the intrusion is fascinating to watch, your pussy thrumming in sympathetic arousal as you watch it slowly disappear inside him.

But Wise stiffens underneath you, a dull shudder working through his prone frame as he sucks in a sharp, painfully rattling breath. “What are you - -“

It’s too late though. Between the prep you’d already done and the dainty size of the thermometer, his ass has no hope of stopping it. Straight down to the base where it flares out to house the little digital reader inside, you don’t stop until it’s nice and snug against the puffy, pinkened rim. Groaning a mildly disoriented sound, Wise tries to shift under your weight as if to roll away but you keep his legs effectively locked in their lurid spread with your elbows braced between them.

“Wait — is that - - ooghnn!”

“I’m just taking your temperature, big bro. Relax.” You laugh sweetly as you nudge the white thermometer with your fingertip to make sure he can feel it wriggling around inside his guts. “I know you’re not feeling well so I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting any worse on me. And since I was going to be down here anyway … it seemed like a good opportunity to take care of both things at the same time. Two birds with one stone, right?”

“You,” He seethes, his bare feet flexing helplessly in their powerless positions. “You’re evil. I hope you know that.”

“But isn’t that why you love me so much?”

Feeling victorious and inebriated on fast pumping adrenaline, you slide the hand that had been cradling his balls higher up to wrap around his shaft once again. You give it a brief, anticipatory squeeze and then use your fist to guide it to your mouth. Wise blurts out some wordless, overwrought sound as soon as you take him in to lave your tongue along the underside of his length, thighs helplessly flexing where you’ve got them trapped in place. You can see his hole clenching weakly around the narrow thermometer stem while you lick and suck on him as much as you can feel it when the involuntary muscle response makes the device bob slightly in your hold. It was fascinating and incredibly exciting to watch in equal measure. If this kept up for much longer though you were going to have to cash in on his promise to return the favor sooner rather than later.

“Oohhn, shit,” He hisses behind you, unknowingly echoing your own feelings on the matter. “That’s … god, it feels good but I really wish you’d given me some warning first.”

Giving his cock one more quick, lip smacking suck, you ease back just enough to speak. “You’ll be fine. Don’t be such a baby, Wise. You’re not going to get this kind of special service anywhere else, y’know ~”

Scoffing at the way you sing-song that last bit, he impatiently shifts underneath you again. But rather than to escape the brunt of your attention he instead arches his hips up off the bed in a halting thrust that makes the sticky glans nudge towards your mouth, searching. Seeking you out.

“If every nurse was like you,” He grumbles, still trying to blindly feed his cock past your lips. “Every hospital and clinic in New Eridu would be full of single, lonely men looking to get their rocks off. The waitlist alone would be a nightmare.”

You start to volley back with something smart but the impulse evaporates from your mind when you feel his hands — large and undeniably masculine despite how soft they are — smooth over your sides down to your hips. Brushing your skirt up out of the way to leave the seat of your panties exposed, Wise palms the backs of your thighs for a moment before directing them up to the soft cotton of your underwear.

The thermometer starts to beep in your hand but you’re a little too focused on what he’s doing to pay it any mind or look at the reading right now. Even the fingers wrapped around his twitching cock have gone still and you give it a quick squeeze when you realize you’re just holding it there. That’s about as much as you can manage though, especially when Wise takes his time softly petting over the seam of your cunt through the thin layer of fabric before finally hooking his thumb into one side of it.

A shuddering breath puffs out of you when you feel that first blissful waft of cool air against your soaked pussy, and you sway slightly where you’re poised over top of him. You’re keenly aware of his opposite fingers crowding in close to lightly brush over your sticky, slick coated lips to test your arousal before gently pulling on your labia to spread you open.

“Wow,” He husks under his breath, with a great deal of feeling. “You’re absolutely drenched. Are you sure you’re actually doing this for me?”

Trying very hard to reorient yourself, you give his cock a deliberately slow tug as if to remind him what he’d all but begged you for not that long ago. He knew how easily you were distracted by having your pussy played with. “I’m certainly trying.”

Wise hums a low sound of anticipation at that and you can practically see him licking his lips while he studies your cunt up close. He’d asked for your mouth though, and you were determined to give it to him.

Pointedly guiding his cock towards your face, you lean down to wrap your lips around him and offer the receptive head a quick flick of your tongue while you do it. But no sooner do you pull him in to settle along your palate do his hands abruptly come up to grab hold of your hips. He twists then, using his greater body weight to roll you over in an abrupt lurch.

You squawk a muffled sound around him as you struggle to keep your jaw from snapping shut in that unexpected rush of movement but you manage, somehow. And he successfully stays wedged inside your mouth when he follows your momentum to splay out over top of you, switching spots and effectively turning the tables. Suddenly you find yourself on your back, pinned underneath him, and with nowhere to go, no way to wriggle out, all you can do is squeak a smothered sound of surprise.

Now that he’s got the upper hand, Wise quickly gathers your thighs together so he can tuck them in close to his shoulders, bending your knees up in the air much the same way you’d done to him. It leaves you just as prone and helpless, unable to close him out or even roll your hips up in search of the friction you so badly craved. With his head bracketed between the soft pudge of your legs, he’s able to easily tug the fabric of your panties aside again and he immediately dives right in to feast on you; the press of his nose, his lips, the eager swipe of his tongue taking you by surprise.

Jolting at the abrupt sensation on your pussy, you shudderingly nudge your pelvis up towards him in that awkward position only to find it a useless endeavor. He really has thoroughly reversed the roles here. Now it is you who was at his mercy, and all you can do is lie there and take it when he starts to leisurely roll his hips, fucking into your mouth on a slow motion drag. He treats it just like he would your cunt, taking his time to savor it with long, drawn out thrusts that force you to feel each individual inch of him as it slips and slides towards the back of your throat. Coupled with the energetic ministrations of his tongue, the way it spears through the meaty creases and folds of your slit to attack the sensitive pleasure button hidden within … you didn’t think you were going to last very long like this.

Your eyes quickly start to roll back in doped out bliss, rapidly getting caught up in the swelling ecstasy, but the dull realization that the thermometer hadn’t slipped out in the midst of the change in position keeps you tethered to reality, at least for the moment. Blearily glancing up past the soft weight of his balls where they’re lightly plap, plap, plapping against your upper lip and your nose, you look to see that the little gadget is still sunk deep in his ass. A devious spark alights in your chest with that understanding. But you have to try very hard to act on it when he was just so … so good at eating you out. It makes things difficult, hard to think and even harder to follow through on the impulse. And yet you finally manage to rouse yourself enough to reach up over his flexing hip and take the wide end of it between your fingers.

Luckily Wise seems to be much too focused on devouring your cunt and driving himself into your mouth to pay attention to what you’re doing back there, let alone to question it. He could be just as one track minded as you sometimes. But the moment you give the thermometer a careful tug, slowly pulling on it to make it slide half of the way out of his puffy hole, he issues a heated, pitchy sound into your pussy. The pace of his cock falters at the same time, coming to a complete halt in the next moment when you push it back in to sedately fuck him with it.

“Ooohnn … that’s … dammit, it feels good.”

You couldn’t have missed the slight whine in his voice even if you’d tried, that needy inflection making your pussy clench tightly in response. With his length wedged in your mouth and unmoving you have to struggle to pull in enough air through your nose but you’re enjoying this a little too much to make him get off you just yet.

And the vantage point is perfect even with the dangling weight of his ballsack taking up a good chunk of your field of vision. Just beyond the fleshy globes you can see the clear ridge of his taint, flushed pink from the attention you’d given it earlier, and then the raised rim of his asshole spread open around the narrow stem right above it. It’s an unexpectedly erotic sight and your own arousal sharply ratchets to the point of true delirium.

You wanted to cum, yes, and so did he, given the way his breathing starts to deepen to a quick, stuttering tempo.

But some twisted little part of you also wanted it to never end. To stay here like this forever in the glowing, rosy warm in between of taboo intimacy where heaven and hell we’re both laid out at your very fingertips. It was a kind of purgatory that only existed within the two of you where nothing in the outside world mattered and no one could interrupt the carnal serenity you shared with your brother. You existed only for each other in moments like this. If only it could last indefinitely.

But that’s not possible, of course.

The second best thing you can do is immortalize this moment, you decide, and you impulsively reach down with your free hand to dig out your phone from the pocket of your vest. Using Wise’s for this would have been preferable, if not a bit petty of you, but you weren’t so sure you could find it in the rumpled mess of his sheets. You’d made quite a disaster of his bed, after all.

Blindly fumbling with it, you finally manage to get your screen unlocked and the camera pulled up where you carefully switch it over to video. With a quick tap of your thumb, it starts to record. You can see your own face glistening with a faint sheen of perspiration, mouth stuffed full with your brother's cock and his globular testes pressed into your nose. His ass looks amazing from this angle, small and pert, yet with just enough extra padding on him to make his cheeks round and soft. And if you angle the camera just a pinch higher you’re able to make out his arched back, the bunched thermal hanging from around his chest where you’d pushed it up. His shoulders are stiff and tense with anticipation, head hanging low between them while he groans a heavy, faltering sound of pure arousal into the otherwise still and silent room. The sensation of his warm breath wafting over your spread cunt, felt but not seen, makes you shudder fiercely, almost taken aback by the nearly overwhelming amount of sensory input.

You quickly point the phone down again, making sure it catches your face in the shot along with his upturned ass. Satisfied, you gently tug on the thermometer on a stilted withdraw, admiring the way his hole weakly clings to it, but this time you don’t stop until it slips completely out. Wise twitches at the loss, exhaling a breathy sigh as you set the device aside — still without looking at the temperature reading on its little face — so you can bring your hand back up to rub the pad of one finger over his loosened pucker.

He gasps, stiffening on top of you with a noticeable jolt, but you don’t give him a chance to protest. You just find the vulnerable center of that pink wrinkle and push the tip of your first digit into it, careful yet insistent. His body makes a valiant attempt to resist you, the internal ring of muscle flexing a sensitive pulse under the pressure you exert. But even without the proper lubrication you’d spent a bit too much time opening him up with your mouth and now he reluctantly opens up for your finger.

The swollen rim spreads wide around the intrusion as you slowly sink inside his body down to the first knuckle where you’re forced to halt for fear of hurting him should you try to force it any further. It’s more than enough though, and Wise positively quakes over top of you with a seething hiss that rattles off into a small cry at the tail end. His hips give a painfully terse nudge at the same time, grinding into your mouth now rather than thrusting like before. It’s obvious that even for as slight as it is, the sensation of being penetrated like this was rapidly sending him over the edge and his whole frame rocks against you as if on autopilot now.

Feeling dizzy and intoxicated, you blearily watch his balls tighten and draw up in the display of your phone. His cock pulses hotly where it's wedged along the length of your tongue, twitching in growing urgency, and then, all at once your mouth suddenly floods with his release. It shoots straight at the back of your throat where you work to swallow it down, almost choking and gagging on it in this awkward, upside down position but you push through it with pointed determination. You can even see the moment he cums reflected in the video, how your eyes flutter at the first taste and how your expression pinches with the effort of working it down your throat.

The visual alone very nearly drives you crazy, pussy wildly squeezing in sympathetic flutters that do very little to ease the ache deep within your loins. More than anything though it’s the involuntary palpitation of Wise’s ass around your finger that really makes you moan around his length, your own expression so obscene and lurid in the camera that it almost feels like an endless feedback loop. Yes, yes, this was not the sort of thing either of you could ever hope to feel with anyone else.

“Fuuuck!”

Rough and guttural, Wise sounds like his soul is actively trying to leave his body as he lurches at the intensity of his release. He shoots another hot spurt into your mouth and then another before finally petering off to a slow dribbling ooze that gathers at the entrance of your throat, clinging even when you try to swallow again. It was too thick, too copious, and you cough slightly through the mess in your mouth.

At the stifled noise you make, he gingerly eases back so he can slip his cock out and give you a chance to breathe again. Ever considerate of you, even now. And as it pops free with a weighty bounce, a glistening thread of creamy saliva mixed with cum stretches from his flushed glans straight to your parted, deeply flushed lips. The sight of it on your phone screen strikes a certain chord deep within you, and you offer the camera a sultry smile as you give your mouth a lip smacking slurp in an attempt to break it off. It doesn’t work though, the viscous concoction a bit too dense and sticky to get rid of it that easily.

And then, with exceeding gentleness, Wise’s hand slides into the shot where he carefully uses his fingers to gather up the copious mess which he cups close to the head of his flagging member in an attempt to contain it. His breathy sigh rings out above you while you admire yourself looking so wrecked and disheveled in the camera, distractedly slipping your finger out of his backside while you study your own face. The pornographic nature of it is not lost on you and you’re almost surprised at how easy it is to give into your baser instincts like this when your brother was involved. That’s how it’s always been though. For better or for worse.

Well, if nothing else at least you could fall back on this if the store ever fell through. You could make your own movies for a change.

“God.” He gives one final wheeze, his breath starting to steady out again. “Give me a minute to … clean up and then we can continue.”

“You still want to keep going?” You purr, batting your lashes ever so sweetly at your phone.

“Of course.” He says, completely earnest. “I told you I’d take care of you. And besides that, I think I owe you a little payback for sticking your finger up my ass.”

Giggling when he reaches across to give your thigh a halfhearted swat with his clean hand, you tap the button to stop the recording just as Wise moves to stand up. This particular scene was clearly coming to a close and you shoot him a quick look when he finds his feet next to the bed. Of course you don’t miss the way he glances down at the mess on his fingers, softly hissing to match the grimace that settles across his face at the sight of it, and that makes you laugh too. Always so fussy.

Momentarily left to your own devices when he steps out to go to the bathroom, you roll over onto your stomach and lay your phone down on the sheets to watch back the video you took. Calling it hot would have been an understatement. Even though you’d lived it in real time only moments before, something about the voyeuristic angle manages to excite you a great deal. In fact you have half a mind to reach down and touch yourself while it plays, knowing it would make you cum quick, but you decide to hold off in favor of saving it for Wise. In truth you were quite eager to find out how exactly he was going to pay you back.

However …

Allowing yourself a triumphant smirk, you flip over to your text messages and pull up Nicole’s contact. A few short button clicks has the video file sitting in a draft, just waiting to be sent. Should you do it? You think you should. Damn the consequences.

Wise was yours and it was high time she realized that.

⭐

Crossposted: here

#pick-me girl #Male Inferiority #poor Nicole #I'm trying to sanitize Nicole's mobile app

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ukiyoooora · 11 months ago

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love this story forever forever forever forever.

pairing - caelus

genre - soft fluff + friends to lovers + caelus' love language is acts of service

warnings!! - Caelus is a selective mute (aka a person who only talks with people they trust or are completely comfortable with)

w.c - 1.9k words

a/n - he's my boyfriend and he's silly. yes, this was inspired by his watermelon chibi art, he's literally so cute I want to gnaw on him. Also this is like really short, the next one is long so yeah.

You realise that Caelus was a lot of things. The people of Herta Space Station thought he was a saviour and willing to help fix what the fragmentum had damaged. To the people of Belebog, he was a force of hope and the will of Preservation that helped them push through the cold. To the residents of Xianzhou Luofu, he was a person who cared for all life, short or long.

He never let work or fame consume him, though he joked about it. He was happy to mess around with his phone while bored, muttering to himself about doing daily missions(?) or just breaking off to explore and popping back up with a bunch of stuff from nowhere. He was willing to do whatever task, big or small, and you’d think that would make him a bit of a pushover, but you’ve seen him haggle his way into 3,000 credits for just delivering a box, so no worries there.

If you had to describe him, you’d say he was simple—a simple guy with simple goals who helped whoever needed it. He may have a quick wit and a sharp mouth and goof off occasionally, but when it came down to it, he was always ready to fight for what he believed was right. It was often to see Caelus running to others' beck and call—you’d argue that he spent more time off the Express than on it. A Trailblazer’s job is to help whoever runs across our tracks, as you learned when you joined, and he was a perfect example of that rule.

Today, the Express decided to dock back on the Luofu ship. The main reason was for some talks with the Divination Commission and the General, but Himeko brushed off the four of you—you, Dan Heng, March 7th, and Caelus—to go sightseeing while she and Mr. Yang took on the boring paperwork stuff. Whether or not Welt agreed was neither here nor there, as what Himeko says goes.

It was odd that Caelus hadn’t wandered off yet, especially with his—much to Mr. Yang’s exasperation—tendency to do so. He had stuck dutifully by your side the whole excursion, even after your group had broken off to do other things, like sightseeing and chatting with friends. He followed you, not speaking much but looking as happy as a clam. As you walked, you offhandedly mentioned how it had been a while since you had had a good slice of watermelon, the idea provoking a longing sigh to escape your lips. You hadn’t meant anything by the comment; you were simply thinking out loud, after all. Caelus, on the other hand, looked as if a fire had just lit under his belt. He stared blankly down at you before asking if you’d want one.

You simply shrugged and said you wouldn't mind a slice, and you thought that was that since he seemed so dismissive. He had already disappeared before you even had time to change the subject. You looked around, completely bewildered as to how you lost a 6ft man in less than two seconds. You asked around for a while and decided to shrug it off. It wasn't the first time—it probably wouldn't be the last time either.

You decided to head to Aurum Alley to hang out for a while. Himeko always gave everyone an allowance whenever they visited planets for recreational reasons, and you had heard great things about the berry pheasant skewers sold there. A flash of silver hair caught your attention while you were enjoying a few sticks. You turned to see Caelus chatting up a fruit vendor while holding a massive watermelon. You blinked a few times before making your way over to him.

“Caelus?” You called out, smiling softly, as he perked up at your voice. He turned around sharply and quickly jogged to you with a sparkle in his eyes. When you met halfway in the bustling street, he held up the watermelon with a proud look.

“A watermelon? Why do you have a– Oh,” You started before it clicked in your head. He had taken your comment to heart and given you a whole watermelon. Your heart practically melted at the thought of him going out of his way for you, even though you hadn’t asked. You chuckled and patted him on the head with a half-smile. One day you’d have to teach him about sub-text but he was too cute for a lecture.

“You know you didn’t have to get me watermelon, right? I was kidding, but we can share it since you got it anyway. Thank you, Caelus.” You said gratefully, taking his hand and leading him to a secluded bench away from the crowds. As the two of you sat down, you pulled out a small knife and began carefully slicing up the watermelon. It was particularly juicy and you didn’t want to make a mess of your clothes. Caelus watched you intently as you cut him a perfect slice and nodded in thanks before taking a huge chunk out of it. You couldn’t hold back the snort you let out at the sight of his cheeks filled with watermelon.

He looked at you confused, his head tilting like a puppy but you shook your head and ate your own slice. It continued like that for a while, you cutting slices and him chowing down like it was the best food ever. He looked like a little kid, swinging his feet as he ate his fruit silently. But that was the thing about hanging out with Caelus—you never needed to talk to feel comfortable around him. He just had a presence that made you relax and feel the moment. The two of you sat and enjoyed the ambience of the bustling town around you; not a word needed to be said.

You looked up at Caelus and noticed his gaze intently locked on a poster. You could tell by his posture that he was ready to get up and run off to wherever the poster led and it made you sigh a little.

He really was a Trailblazer…

You did want to clean him up a little before you let him run off, so his face was not covered in watermelon juice. You reached up and wiped your thumb across his lips, watermelon juice running down your palm and dripping down your wrist. His eyes widened, and he made no sound as he turned his head to watch your movements. You wiped your hand off with a napkin and hummed as you took another innocent bite of your slice, glancing up at him from the corner of your eye. His mind went blank as he grasped for something to say, but he said something you never saw coming.

“Please kiss me.” He muttered, his emotions betraying nothing. You stared back for a few seconds, amused but taken off guard. It took him a minute, but his words and your reaction clicked in his mind, and his cheeks were as red as the watermelon slice still balanced in his grip. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He was clearly too flustered to say anything.

“Caelus… Are you sure?” You asked with a careful tone that made his heart practically flutter out of his chest. His mouth snapped shut and his head bobbed in a shy nod, keeping his eyes trained on his clenched fists in his lap. You turned in your seat and put the watermelon aside, cupping his face in your hands. He leaned into you automatically and his cheeks warmed under your touch.

“Please…” He mumbled, his cheeks glowing even redder with the single word. You nodded and leaned in, watching as his eyes snapped shut in anticipation. Pressing your lips carefully against his own, you note how slightly chapped they are and how sweet his lips are from the watermelon he bought. Though you didn’t kiss him harshly, he followed you closely as you started to pull away, maintaining the kiss. His inexperience was amusing, as his hands twitched at his sides and his lips trembled against yours.

You pulled away quickly and had to bite your lip to stop the sharp giggle that would tumble out of your mouth at the wounded look on your face. His eyes seem to plead with you silently as you watch him subtly try to lean down to kiss you once again. You caressed his cheek with a smile and pecked the corner of his mouth to feel him tremble under your touch. He was like a puppy, leaning into your palm and chasing after your touch, his pupils blown wide, practically begging you. You hummed and leaned in again before a familiar voice called out to you from afar.

“Hey, you two! There you are—we’ve practically been all over the Xianzhou ship looking for you!” March called out, skipping her way over with Dan Heng behind her. You dropped your hand from his face and Caelus looked betrayed as he reluctantly pulled away. March 7th and Dan Heng stopped in front, saddled with March’s shopping bags. He looked just as unamused as usual, giving both you and Caelus a nod in greeting.

“Hey March, Dan Heng, what have you been up to?” You asked, shuffling over so March could sit if she wanted. She immediately took you up on the offer and plopped down next to you, nudging you closer to Caelus. He stiffened as your thighs touched and you placed a comforting hand on his to soothe him. He deflated under your touch and went back to eating watermelon silently. March quickly dove into their escapades together, with Dan Heng piping up to correct her now and then. You listened and occasionally squeezed Caelus’ hand to keep his attention on the three of you. His cheeks remained a soft pink but he listened, mumbling his two cents a few times. During your conversation, your group’s phones rang out with a text from Mr. Yang. He asked everyone to assemble at the Seat of Divine Foresight for a debriefing on a certain problem. You knew you’d eventually be called in, so you were not surprised.

“Aw, why do we have to go so soon? This sucks!” March whined, folding her arms with a pout. “We’re Nameless March; we have to answer the call.” Dan Heng rebutted, knocking her on the forehead with admonishment; she whined but stood up anyway.

“We’ll go ahead first. See you there.” Dan Heng said with a nod, dragging a less-than-pleased March behind him. You smiled in gratitude and turned to Caelus, who was already looking down at you with a determined look. You could immediately tell what he wanted by the wide stare he was giving you and you shook your head with a smile.

“Later, we have a lot to talk about once we get back to the train. But for now…” You reasoned, grabbing his face and planting a soft kiss right on his lips. Caelus melted once again with a dopey smile as he let you have your way with him. His lips still tasted like sweet, fresh watermelon, and you were just as reluctant about pulling away as he was. You didn’t want March to throw a fit so you knew you had to get going. Once you pulled away—despite once again Caelus grunting in protest—you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers together, tugging him to the nearest star portal.

“Come on, let’s get going. You’ll get plenty more kisses when we get home.”

“Okay.”

#god of caelus/reader #god's work

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