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You're tangled around each other, skin to skin. With his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your leg draped over his waist, it's hardly possible to be closer.

That doesn't stop him trying.

The tips of his fingers brush over your cunt over and over as he palms your ass like he might be able to drag you tighter against him, aiding your rolling hips.

His hums sound like soothing answers to the desperate little sounds you make into his mouth. He's all-consuming, indulgent, relentless. The sloppy lazy cadence of it might put you to sleep if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you.

He'd never been inside.

So when he slips his aching cock up against your exposed cunt and holds it there as you grind against each other, your heart practically beats out of your chest.

The hot length of him slips over your soppy cunt over and over as eager anticipation sends shivers through your whole body.

"S'okay," he slurs again as you tremble in his arms. "This is what it's made for, mm?" He rolls his hips in one long glide as he presses his hard length firmly against you, coating himself in your slick. "Made for this. Gege's cock was made for this pretty pussy." He bites your lip gently. "Gege is just for you."

Seemingly satisfied with your responding mewl, he applies a little more pressure to the underside of his tip as you continue rolling into him. Gently, in a way that almost seems accidental, he guides himself to dip inside your entrance as his hot breath tickles your lips.

You freeze.

"Just there," he breathes.

Then, he watches your face with rapt attention as he rolls his hips to meet you—sinking into your wet heat with a broken groan. There's a pause afterwards, a mutual indulgence in the delicious release of tension built over years and years as you clench rhythmically around him.

He's the first to break it.

His eyes stay locked on yours as he grips you firmly, fingers digging into soft skin, and tugs you onto his cock with each undulation of his hips. It's a sensual, languid claiming, following a kind of lazy cadence to mirror the way he'd kissed you.

But when you close the tiny space between your mouths and whisper "I love you" against his sodden lips, he whimpers. It's followed shortly after by a full body tremor.

It's different after that.

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lost wolfie.

me as this dumbass breaks my damn swing

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the air around caleb changes in the summer.

maybe it's a placebo, all in her head—but he tastes sweeter when their tongues caress one another. it makes her blood boil with an insatiable need. the grass blades that imprint her knees and mosquito bites are physical reminders. that and the fact that her bikini top is untied, breasts spilling out into the humid july evening air.

only caleb can make her act so extravagantly out of place during a historical linkon heatwave. hell, even the wanderers feared heat so blazingly hot.

her lips are swollen from the kissing that has already taken place, her tongue tasting the sunscreen on his clavicle. it mingles with the smell of fuel and fireworks. familiar, masculine, and irrevocably delicious. it makes her insides melt, hips moving more against his as she straddles him on the picnic blanket.

each time another firework blasts in the sky, she jumps a little. if it weren't for his sweet kisses, she'd be annoyed with his chuckles at her for being a scaredy-cat.

"what if someone sees us?" it's probably the millionth time she's asked.

"i'll kill 'em." he hums into the shell of her ear, palms groping both of her tits and massaging them.

"ha. very funny."

"live a little, baby." she hears the smile in his voice, letting her fingers drag through his roots.

there's an irony behind his words that she wants to point out, but each time she thinks about chastising him, another bloom of colorful gunpowder sets off. her stomach flips and for a moment she wonders if there's a similar light show happening inside of her. each brush of his hands against her torso brings that explosive feeling to her core.

"you should see how beautiful you look right now." his voice is low and slightly slurred, pupils blown out by his heightened desire.

"how much twisted tea did you have again?" she asks with a breathy laugh, feeling sweat drip down the dip of her back. it's a dumb question because she's more drunk than he is, still pushing any button she can find on him.

his jaw clenches like he can see every thought soaring through her mind.

"enough to fuck you right here. isn't it kinda romantic? with the fireworks n'all that."

"mhm-hmm," her arms wrap around his neck, thumbs brushing the fresh crop of his buzzcut "very romantic."

it's odd, seeing him like this, as if he had never died and lost an arm. as if he weren't the colonel of an important fleet that had government influence. unimaginable power. just plain ol' caleb, her older brother, who sometimes does naughty things with her as long as he's there to supervise.

"earth to pip-squeak. do i have to be inside of you to keep you from floatin' away?"

yes.

she doesn't say it out loud, but it gets her to pull his cock out quick enough. his tip glides along her entrance before she fully seats herself, plunging him into the very depths of her cunt. both of them moan in unison, her nails breaking through his tan skin.

"f-fuck, gege. so big," she gasps like it's something she hadn’t discovered already.

wasting no time, he hammers into her pussy from below, not even sparing her a second to adjust to his fury. each bounce on his lap has a broken cry slipping from her lips.

this is exactly what summer should feel like— caleb permeating her body like the sweltering sun.

But here he was, your Valko, hovering over you in his bed, ears twitching, tail thumping nervously against the mattress as he tried (and failed) to look collected.

“You’re sure?” he asked again, voice low and rough, one hand trembling slightly where it gripped your hip. His cock was heavy and flushed against your thigh, leaking steadily just from kissing and grinding. “We can stop anytime. I don’t… I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve never-“

You cupped his face, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss until he melted against you with a soft rumble.

“I want this,” you whispered against his lips. “I want you. Right now.”

He made a broken sound and nodded, forehead pressed to yours as he lined himself up. The blunt head of his cock nudged against your entrance and your eyes widened.

Holy fuck.

valko rolls on his side, curling in foetal. it's one of the times you know he's not pretending.

"did you eat something weird again?" you rub a soothing hand over his back. his tail thumps against the mattress.

"no. just a lotta choco milk." he cracks an eye open, basking in your attention.

you can't help it. you scratch the space between his twitching ears that part so eagerly beneath your fingers.

"are you lactose intolerant?"

he shakes his head. he whines softly when you run your thumb along the back of his ear.

you pause. "are you even allowed to eat chocolate? from what I've heard, chocolate is poisonous to dogs."

"I'm not a dog." his tail swishes in displeasure. "dogs are canis lupus familiaris. I'm closer to canis lupus. get your taxonomy right."

"chocolate just makes me..." he looks away. "gassy."

his stomach rumbles, making his ears shoot red. until he finally lets one rip. you scrunch your nose.

despite the embarrassment, he shamelessly grins.

"valko, you pig!"

shoutout to @/berrylus for reasons known only to the server.