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Nonmc giggles softly, her hand that was around his back starting to grasp at the fabric of his shirt.

"Merry Christmas..." She repeats back, a sigh leaving through her nose.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"More than okay." She answers, scooting further into his firm chest, "You're so warm."

Her ear was right against him, the sound of a slightly faster heartbeat making her smile to herself. It was nice to know such a little thing affected him.

He clears his throat, his hand still running through her hair idly.

"We are going to do lots today."

"Hmm... Like what?"

"Well first, I'll make you some fresh hot chocolate." He explains, earning a delighted muffled hum from her, "We can have it with some of the gingerbread cookies we bought yesterday."

"Then?"

"Then we'll go try ice skating."

"Ice skating? I've never done that before."

"I know, that's why I want you to try it. We can stay for an hour or so, depending on how you feel, then we'll get some food."

"Mm'kay..."

"And there's the plaza that has a big tree at the center. At just the right time, when the sky gets dark, they'll turn on all the lights. There'll be music and games, all kinds of fun stuff."

"And after..?"

"And after that... we can come back home a few hours before midnight since I have some presents for you."

Nonmc huffs a laugh into his chest, smiling happily.

"I have presents for you too..."

"Perfect. Then we'll do just that."

After a bit more sleepy cuddling in bed, the two shared some steamy mugs of hot chocolate with dollops of whip cream and mini marshmallows to pair with their gingerbread cookies. They watched some tv as they had their breakfast on the living room couch, the channel playing some old Christmas movies they reminisced about.

After feeling more awake and warmed up, they started getting ready for their afternoon out. At the moment, they were making the final preparations before leaving. Beanies, scarves, double pairs of socks...

She was about to put on the winter jacket she wore yesterday but then he calls out to her as he returned from the hallway, two large parkas in his arms.

"So, I know I said presents afterwards, but I figure this is the perfect time to use them."

Caleb hands her one, letting her take a moment to hold it up in front of herself.

"Matching parkas?" She asks in astonishment, raising her eyebrows at him.

"You like it?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it."

His lips curl into an accomplished smile, watching as she quickly tugged her arms into the parka. It was a perfect fit for all her layers underneath, a cute bundled up marshmallow.

He huffs a laugh, quickly putting on his before walking over and pulling the parka's zipper up for her.

"Let's get you zipped up, pretty girl."

Nonmc giggles softly, her happy sways rustling the parka fabric. After getting all his things, he takes one of her gloved hand into his, ready to lead her out.

By the time they reach the large public ice rink in Skyhaven, it's full of people ranging from families, couples, and friends. Laughter and Christmas carols filled the speakers, invoking such a joyous environment.

After waiting their turn and getting skates in their size, he helps her into one of the rink entrances, his hands holding up her arms. She's a bit wobbly on the first steps, pouting in sheer concentration.

Caleb chuckles at the adorable scene before helping her further in, slowly loosening his hands from her.

"All right, keep your legs a bit bent. Focus on your center of gravity... There you go, you've got it!"

Nonmc only managed a straight line for a moment before hitting the smallest of bumps across the scratched up ice, her skates starting to slide further forward than she anticipated.

She yelps a surprised noise, already feeling herself unable to straighten back up. He was quick to skate over to her, grabbing her immediately to keep her from falling backwards.

"I've got you!"

His quick thinking would be his mistake, his own skates lacking purchase on the slippery ice. He ends up taking them both down, his back hitting the solid surface. Luckily, he managed to use his evol momentarily to soften the fall, his thick parka as well creating a more cushioned collapse.

She lifts her head up hastily from his chest, her worried eyes trying to catch his gaze that was blinking up at the sky.

"Caleb?! Are you all right?" She asks in a hurry, her gloved hands moving underneath his head, "Does it hurt? You're not bleeding, are you?"

Her immense worry shouldn't be that cute, but it was. He was mostly fine, a bit winded but he's recovering.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He reassures with a few pats to her back.

Nonmc exhales shakily in relief, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. At the action, he instantly formulated a plan and groaned dramatically the next second, making her genuinely gasp.

"Caleb? Does it hurt?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it hurts reallyyy bad. I need kisses to feel better."

She scoffs a disbelieving laugh at his scrunched up expression, noticing him glance at her normally before resuming to close his eyes in mock pain.

"Where then?" She asks, glaring playfully at him.

"Here." He points to his forehead, then his cheek, "And here."

She rolls her eyes, kissing his supposed injuries. Rather than act normal again, he groans once more, puckering his lips.

"Here too."

"Caleb!"

"Hurry! I'm dyinggg."

She snorts at his dramatic feigning of death before obliging him and leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

"Hmph, your lips are cold." Another kiss, "And dry."

"Hm, really? You've got chapstick on. Share."

Nonmc hits his chest with halfhearted punches, giving him one final smooch to his lips. The loud smacking sound gets them both to laugh, making them forget that they were in the middle of public rink with many people around.

After an hour of tumbling and managing a few laps around the ice rink, they had a lunch at some small restaurant that wasn't already packed by the crowd. They had some wonton soup to get them warmed up again, their feet tangled together as they sat across each other from a small table.

With their bellies full, they walked around the streets until they reached Skyhaven's biggest plaza. They weaved through the crowd, hand-in-hand, finding a decent spot to stand at as the attendants were close to finishing up the last checks before the final reveal of the large Christmas tree.

They looked to one another, red cheeks and all from the cold, before turning forward again as the chanting for the countdown began.

"3... 2... 1! Merry Christmas!"

There was a burst of colorful lights on the large Christmas tree, the music erupting with festive holiday jingles. The crowd erupted in cheers and claps as the lights flickered on and off, showcasing large amounts of lightwork at play.

Caleb takes out his phone from his pocket, putting the camera on selfie mode and pointing it towards them. She readies herself, getting closer to him and smiling widely. He turns them so that the Christmas tree was in the background, their bright mood felt in the series of pictures.

After having their fill of the lightshow, they strolled by the many stalls selling food, desserts, and other souvenir items. She had him buy a cupcake that came with a small festive candle, bringing the small flame close to his face once the dessert was handed to her.

"Hurry, blow out the candle!"

"All righttt."

He raises an eyebrow at her excited command, but still nonetheless does as she asks, letting the puff of air cut off the flame.

"Da-dan! The wish has been granted!"

He chuckles as she did a cute shoulder dance before removing the candle so she could take a generous bite out of the cupcake.

"What'd you make me wish for?" He asks with a raise of his eyebrow.

She smiles happily in response, his eyes focusing on the little bit of cream still left on her lip.

"That we'd spend the rest of our days together."

His eyes raise back up to hers, feeling himself go stunned. Through actions and words, he has always been one to express that, but to hear it so sincerely from her... it made him feel his heart clench with various emotions.

Caleb huffs a shaky laugh, leaning closer and kissing the cream off her lip before pulling back with an earnest smile.

"I'll make sure that our wish comes true, every day."

Eventually they returned back to his home, their day of festivities coming to close. The ripping of gift wrap paper sounded off in his living room, an excited gasp leaving her as she opened the paper box.

"Fuzzy socks!" She exclaimed, holding up a pair of cute, thick socks with so much enthusiasm that he bursts out in laughter.

"You always told me that your feet gets cold." He explains as his laughter settles, "And now I have firsthand experience what those little ice cubes are capable of, so there you go."

Nonmc snorts, taking out a large box from behind her side of the couch and offering it to him. While he was curiously unwrapping it, she took that time to replace her current socks with the one he got her, wiggling her toes in anticipation.

She watched as his eyes morphed into complete and utter surprise as he tugged away the last remnants of the gift wrap, turning and twisting the airplane model box on his lap.

"Is this... the newest model from the catalog?"

"Yeah! You like it? I figured I'd get it before you do."

"But this model is more expensive than most... You used your own paycheck for this?"

She waves a hand to dismiss the concern on his face, smiling widely in reassurance.

"It's all right, I wanted to get it for you! It made working these past few months more bearable."

Caleb huffs a short laugh, holding the box tenderly. Although it was a gift, he knew he was going to repay her tenfold somehow.

After setting the plane model box aside onto the coffee table, he in turn gives her a small box from behind himself, the kind that only fits in his palm.

"Last one. Best for last."

"Really? It's so small."

"I promise, it's worth it."

Nonmc hums curiously, pulling off the small ribbon that held the lid and box together. Her eyebrows raised once it was open, a single key atop a tiny cushion.

"A key..?"

"Not just any key, the key to my place."

She looks over at him, blinking in surprise.

"You're... giving me a spare?"

"I guess, yeah, it's a spare. But, really... it's an offer. Someday, if you'd like, I'd want you to move in with me."

"Caleb..." She smiles a soft, appreciative smile, holding the key between her fingers.

"The key is a gesture. If I move elsewhere, I want you there with me. My home is with you."

It was a gesture worth a thousand gifts. Something as close to solidifying their relationship as a marriage proposal would.

She holds the key tightly, holding it up with a chuckle.

"I guess I should put it with my keys now then."

That brought a smile to his own face, the tension in his heart loosening now that he knew they were in agreement. One day, he'll wait for that day to arrive.

Once the gift-giving portion of the day was over, they started getting ready for bed, the hour nearing midnight.

While nonmc was finishing up in the bathroom, Caleb, freshly showered himself, took on the task of cleaning up the remnants of wrapping paper and various ribbon in the living room.

She was just about to brush her teeth when she saw how little toothpaste was being squeezed out of its tube, making her hum in thought before yelling aloud.

"Caleb! You ran out of toothpaste!"

There's a moment of pause before he speaks up from down the hall.

"There should be some in my duffel bag, by the drawer!"

"Okayyy!"

Nonmc walks her way back into the bedroom, finding the duffel bag in said area and crouching down to sift through it. Her hands try to feel for any rectangular box for a while before finally feeling something with a square corner.

She pulls it out without thinking, only to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. It was a shiny foil box, still sealed and only big enough for something the size of a perfume bottle.

It didn't take her very long to study the weird fancy name and the descriptions on the front to know what it was.

"Size... XL..?"

"Hey, I didn't hear from you. We're you able to find--" His voice cuts off as soon as he steps through the bedroom doorway, his eyes widening in shock.

She slowly turns her head towards him, the condom box held in her hand making him start to flush madly.

"Caleb, what is this..."

He makes his way over in three quick strides, kneeling down with her and plucking the shiny box out from her grasp.

"I, um... mentioned to the guys at the DAA that you were visiting and they sort of did this prank on me before I left by giving this as an early Christmas present. I didn't want to leave it in any of the lockers so... I left it in my bag."

Caleb clears his throat, eyes darting around before hiding it at his side, away from her view.

"Sorry, I meant to throw it out before you got here."

"Oh..." She mutters, observing how red the tips of his ears were, the subtle heaviness of his breath.

Nonmc should have left it be, that would be the obvious thing to do. And yet... she felt a flutter inside, curiosity and desire.

"Is it... your size?"

His head whips up, his breath hitching at the sudden question. He wondered if he heard her wrong, but she only looked on sincerely. He swallowed thickly, lips parting slowly.

"...Are you curious?"

"Well... I have to be curious about my boyfriend, don't I?"

He immediately ducked his head down, a hand rubbing roughly over his burning face.

"Ugh, you're so cute..."

She pouts slightly, tilting her head in question.

"What? You don't want to?"

"Of course I want to. I've always..." He chuckles awkwardly, shaking his head at how instantaneous his body was reacting to her right now, "I've been trying to hold back. I don't want to... scare you or anything."

"Why would I be scared?"

"Because I really, really want to do that with you. Do you realize how often I think about it? It's bad how much I do."

That only made her heart pound even faster. To know he desired her, a lot, it was definitely a confidence booster.

"Who says I don't feel the same way either?"

Caleb gazed back at her, staring deeply in question. Nonmc only did the same, waiting for him to make a move.

That was his last warning to her, but if she wanted to disregard it, who was he to stop them giving what they desired most?

He was quick to get them to their feet, his mouth latching onto her freshly washed skin. He kissed up her neck, below her ear, anywhere where the infuriating fabric of her sweatshirt wasn't covering.

All she could do was hold onto his shoulders, letting him maneuver them over to the bed with a soft thump. She let out a soft whine as he sucked a deep hickey onto the column of her neck, the sound only making him more excited.

He pushes himself up with a sharp intake of breath, his half-lidded gaze darkening with want and hunger.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks in a low tone, "I have a feeling I won't be able to stop. At least... not until I feel I've had enough of you."

"I'm... sure..." She breathes out, a small shiver going down her spine.

At her consent, he dove back in, kissing her lips with fervor. His hands rid them of their clothes as rapidly as he could, needing to feel her bare skin. Despite the hungry nature of his actions, he made sure to be gentle, never rough with her body and hair.

He left a burning path of licks and bites down the valley of her breasts, then her round stomach, before pausing at her center. Her hands were placed over his own that were grasping her plush thighs, the very ones that were slowly pulling her legs open.

"You don't have to..." She mutters.

"I've always wanted to. I've dreamed of preparing you this way. Let me?"

Nonmc huffs in embarrassment, nodding quickly before placing her shaky hands onto his head.

"Thank you..." He whispers, leaning in with a dreamy sigh.

Her moans and writhing whines filled his bedroom, a symphony for his ears. He almost didn't want to stop once she had already finished, very much enjoying how his wet cheeks and chin were pillowed between her thighs.

It was only after she tugged on his hair gently did he relent, yet even that caused a stuttering whimper from his throat. A discovery of himself he hadn't expected.

Caleb was impossibly hard by the time he pushed himself up to find the shiny foil box that was gifted to him. It was supposed to be a joke, yet in a moment like this where the one he loved the most was heaving sweet breath, her body shiny with a thin sheen of sweat, he was quite thankful for such perfect timing.

By the time they had finally joined together, his larger form blanketing her, he was a mess. His breathy moans and praises were right against her ear, his hands indenting into her hips and legs in tandem with his movements.

Nonmc was no different, her hands raking lines into the muscles of his back. Her lilting whines a testament to the pleasure he brought her.

It was their first time, and yet they were like two magnets that couldn't be parted. Needing the other, wanting more.

Even when they reached their crescendo, he so desperately wanted to stay there. She was addicting, mesmerizing, it was almost painful to leave her warmth.

He had discarded the first condom into the nearby trash, sighing reluctantly through heaving breath. As much as he wanted to stay, he didn't want to ask for too much.

But then, an adoring hand from her brushed against his arm, getting his attention. Her eyes, dazed yet sparkling with a delicate film of tears, pleaded for him to come back. It seemed like he wasn't the only one not satisfied with one round.

Caleb huffs a breathy laugh, immediately covering his body over hers and kissing her dewy eyelids in response. He'd have her many more times that night, before finally cleaning them both up as best they could for bed.

They both fell asleep almost in unison, their bare bodies sated and warmed in their blanket cocoon. It was safe, comforting even, on such a cold yet festive day.

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“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—

“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”

“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.

Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant. 

What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.

But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore. 

You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.

Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.

He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it. 

“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”

Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.

The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish. 

“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little. 

“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.

You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.

Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.

“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest. 

“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.

“Please…”

“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do. 

You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?

With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”

“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.

“If you’re grossed out—“

“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”

That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”

“The millisecond.”

His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”

“I’ll put a poet to shame.”

“Pull my hair?”

“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”

A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”

Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.

It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.

The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens. 

But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?

You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours. 

You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again. 

“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.

“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.

He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.

Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it? 

His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.

Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”

“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”

You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.

It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.

Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.

Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!

You love these fucking supermoons.

“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”

“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“

“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”

He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”

“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.

“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.

You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”

Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”

“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.” 

And you try. You really do.

You try to relax, but Caleb's tongue is circling your clit, slow and deliberate, tracing the shape of you like he's painting, like he's got all night and he's determined to use every second. His hair is soft against your inner thighs, tickling the sensitive skin, his breath is hot and uneven, and when he moans against you the vibration of it shoots through your clit and for a moment you you feel the sound in all the way up in your teeth.

"That's it," Valko murmurs when you let out something akin to a sob and a moan all mixed into one pathetic little sound, and his voice is softer now, almost reverent, his lips brushing your hair. "That's my girl. Taking it so well. Let him have you."

You're faintly aware of how Valko grinds against you everytime Caleb dips down to slurp at your juices.

Caleb pulls back just enough to breathe, and his chin is slick, glossy in the dim light, his lips parted and reddened. He looks up at you, meets your eyes, and grins, a dark shadow glazing over his eyes, something that makes you feel like prey. "She's dripping," he says, and his voice is shot, wrecked, barely a whisper as he makes a show of his eyes locking with Valko's behind you, licking his lips. "Everywhere. Valko, she's—"

"I know." Valko's hand slides from your hip to your stomach, splaying flat, feeling the way you clench. "I can feel her." He presses a kiss to the corner of your jaw, soft, almost gentle. "She's so responsive, isn't she? Gets so wet when we both look at her."

Caleb doesn't answer — he looks so fucked out already that you don't think he can — he just dives back in, and this time he's faster, greedier, his tongue fucking into you while his thumb presses against your clit, circling, pressing, finding that rhythm that has your toes curling and your back arching against Valko's chest. The more you try to run from the zinging pleasure of Caleb's mouth the harder Valko pushes you right into it.

"Please—" you gasp, and your voice is broken, barely coherent and more pathetic than you've ever heard it sound, "—please, I can't—"

"Yes, you can." Valko's voice is flat, calm, like he's telling you the weather. "You can take it. You're going to cum on his tongue like the good girl you are, and then I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" His claws drag down your hip, leaving pale lines that bloom pink. "That's why you're here, pup."

And when you come, hard, fast and shaking, with Caleb's name in your mouth — when you finally break, your whole body shaking and your vision goes white with pleasure —Caleb doesn't stop. He drinks you, his tongue relentless, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you know there will be bruises to discover the next morning, and Valko is right there, murmuring against your ear.

"Atta girl. That's it. That's my perfect girl."

You slump helplessly against him, your body still humming with embers of pleasure Valko decides tips your chin up, forcing you to look at Caleb and his current state... dark eyed and soaked from his nose to his chin in your juices that he makes a show of licking up, his grin sharpening when he sees Valko stiffening behind you.

"We're not done with you yet. You know that, right?" Valko murmurs, dragging his tongue against the side of your neck, collecting a bead of sweat that had pooled at your collarbone. His one hand slides up to embrace the side of your jaw, tilting your head forward. "Why don't you give your boyfriend a nice big kiss, hm? Have a taste."

Caleb's jaw twitches.

Valko smiles. "Then it's my turn."