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“Then why don’t you…,” you press your elbows closer to your chest, subtly enhancing your cleavage, “…start touching yourself for me?” A faint smirk tugs at his lips. You see him moving his hand out of view as the video briefly turns slightly unsteady, as if he’s adjusting himself off screen.

“Shouldn’t you be joining me?” he asks curiously. “Hm… not yet~” you titter, your fingers lightly tracing your collarbone.

Zayne exhales a quiet laugh. “I see…the screen is giving you courage. You wouldn’t be this bratty, if I was before you.” “Too bad. What are you going to do about it now, Mister?” He raises an eyebrow and an amused look is crossing his face now. “That’s easy.” He turned off his video.

“HELLO?? NO, ZAYNE, THAT’S SO NOT FAIR!” You can hear Zayne let out a laugh. “Shall we start over? With better manners? Again, shouldn’t you be joining me?”

You smile and give in. You position your phone on the night stand in a way that grants him a full view of your body. “Now you’re behaving,” he says content. “Let’s see how long that lasts~ Lift your dress for me!” Zayne orders. “I want to see what you’re wearing underneath.”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath the dress,” you tease. “I’m aware,” he says. “You never do.” There’s a mischievous smile on his face. “I just can’t win with you, huh?” you laugh and lift your dress, slowly touching yourself for him to see. “But Zayne..don’t I deserve a reward?” Zayne flips the camera and shows you now how he’s slowly stroking his cock. “Is this…what you wanted to see?” he asks.

Your core is burning up. It’s like you were starving and are suddenly being offered the one meal you can’t say no to. “Zayne…I- I almost forgot how big you are,” you squeeze your legs together now. “Don’t stop touching yourself”, he says quickly. As you rub your clit, you hear Zayne’s breathing become more and more unsteady. You then turn off your video.

Zayne flipped his camera back to his face and you can see his eyebrows furrow. He exhales loudly, his patience visibly tightens. “I see, you have not learned your lesson.” You don’t answer him immediately. You stare back at him, before firmly saying: “Zayne….I need you to fuck me. Properly.”

Zayne’s holding his breath. He has been too deprived of you. He doesn’t even masturbate, he prefers doing it with you. He stares at the black screen for a moment, before breaking the silence. “Alright then.“ He hangs up the phone.

You blink. A little surprised at how sudden it was. Is he coming over? Is he mad at you? Is he excited? His face was unreadable. Not long after, you hear your doorbell ring — It’s Zayne.

When he took a break after the first round, he put your hair into a cute hairstyle.

He seemed skilled at it? Maybe he had a little sister, you thought. Still, most of the time he was rough with you.

He grunted someone’s name under his breath that wasn’t yours. You tried to ignore it, you already knew you would never want anyone else but him, even if his mind is stuck elsewhere.

When he kept avoiding your eyes during each session in this long night, you began to feel uneasy.

The next time, you decided to force a position and situation where he couldn’t look away from you, where you were in control!

The moment you succeeded, he abruptly stopped everything. A terrified expression flashed across his face. He got up, dressed quickly, scribbled something on a small note, and left it on the table before walking out saying a word.

Exhaustion eventually overtakes you, but you still force yourself to get up and see what he has written before he left in such a hurry.

"But... your clothes?" "I changed my mind, but guess that was little bit too late. I saw that my formal clothes needed to be dry-cleaned, so I figured it was better to come like this than not at all." He smirks at you before getting up to formally greet the bride and groom, who didn't mind his clothing at all and were simply happy that he had made it.

The rest of the wedding was a careful act of balance. To everyone else, he was still your protective "brother," and you two didn‘t have the chance to discuss how you’d want to handle the evening, now that both of you are here.

Later, when the band started playing your favourite songs from high school, Caleb holds out his hand. “Shall we dance?" "We'll look suspicious, Caleb.“

"They'll just think I'm being overprotective, as always. You know, me not letting you get asked out by anyone else as I did back then. And trust me, I've seen the hungry glances at you from those bachelors over there!! Good thing I came,“ he grins.

You roll your eyes, but are laughing at the same time. You take his hand and begin to dance with him. He twirls you around, pulls you back in, making sure you‘re having the time of your life while he has only eyes for you.

When the song changes to a slower one, Caleb keeps a polite and unsuspecting distance. "I wish I didn't have to pretend," he says. „Me neither…,“ you reply. The two of you continue dancing as if you were the only people on the dance floor.

"You know... when it's our wedding someday...,“ Caleb says carefully. “Our wedding?" His ears turn pink, "Don't worry, I'm not proposing right now…“ he clears his throat.

”I just wanted to say… I hope that at our wedding someday, we shall dance freely without worrying anyone judging us.“ "I'd like that too. I hope it'll be only the two of us though," you smile.

He exhales through his nose, mildly annoyed at himself for letting his thoughts drift somewhere he really shouldn’t be going. “I get it, it’s boring at home. Why come and spend time with me & Grandma when you can be partying & drinki—WAIT, did you drink alcohol??” you blurt out.

When you speak again, he’s pulled back to reality like nothing happened. He quickly regains his composure. “What if I did, Pips?” he teases, getting up to grab a glass of water too. “You think I’d do something stupid drunk?” “Absolutely.” “Hmm… like what?” “I don’t know…like…kissing some random girl?” you shyly admit your worries.

Caleb chokes on his water. “OH MY GOD, you did, didn’t you???” you gasp. You pace around the room now, not wanting to stand close to him nor look into his eyes. “What—no—Pips! I—” Caleb’s still coughing, but trying his best to defend himself. “Why else would you choke like that?! That’s guilt Caleb, I KNEW IT!”

Just as you pass him for the 3rd dramatic lap, he catches your waist & pulls you into a hug from behind, still half-breathless. You stop squirming. The hug came unexpected.

“I did drink… but I didn’t kiss anyone,” he says calmly now. “In fact, the entire time I kept wishing I could’ve been here at home… with you.” “And do what?” you ask, eyes fixed on the floor tile in front of you. Caleb’s heart beating heavy. “And do…,” he gathers all his courage, “…something of what I know would change the way you look at me.”

The front door clicks open. “Kids? I’m home!” Grandma calls from the hallway. Caleb abruptly lets go of you. “Good to see you Caleb. How was the party last night? Did you meet a nice, young lady?” Josephine asks. “Yeah,” he says lightly, stepping back from you fully. “A few.” His eyes flick briefly toward you. You stare at him in disbelief. “…None worth mentioning though,” he adds.

“There must be someone you’re interested in, no? Didn’t even one girl look at you with big pretty eyes?” Caleb hesitates for a moment, his eyes avoiding yours. His hands curl into fists as he suppresses everything consuming him in that moment. “Yes…” he says, “there is one.” “Oh, how wonderful! Maybe you can introduce her one day. I hope she’s someone who feels close to home for you.” Grandma says nonchalantly.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you interrupt. “Caleb, no more spicy food, even if I beg—” “But I can’t resist you—” “Nuh-uh! I forbid it!” you cut him off. “And Zayne,” you continue, looking at him now. A smirk tugs at his lips after watching you put Caleb in his place. “…you be nicer to Caleb! He’s only trying to help!”

Both of them sigh in defeat, which you know means they agree to your terms. “However,” Zayne says while preparing your medication, “…from now on, I’ll be giving you your medication myself.” “What’s wrong with Caleb giving me my meds?” you ask. “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Caleb echoes.

“I’m here now, so your doctor can make sure you take them properly, besides…,” Zayne says, “… I still remember someone who used to spit them out whenever her grandmother looked away,” he adds, giving you a judging look. “True, Pips, you used to do that,” Caleb agrees. You suppress a smile at the memory. “Okay, okay, I did that back then, but not anymore! I’ve been taking them properly. Caleb always checks if I swallowed them and I always get super sleepy afterward, so they definitely work!” you defend yourself.

Zayne hands you the pills. “Alright then, let me see how you take them,” he says. You take the pills and wash them down with a sip of water. “Show me,” Caleb instructs. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue to prove you swallowed everything. “Good girl,” he praises.

Zayne lets out a quiet chuckle. “Shut up, Zayne,” Caleb snaps at him. “CALEB!” you gasp in shock. “Anyway,” Zayne says nonchalantly while fluffing your pillow, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes, once the medication starts taking effect, to see what’s been monitored by then.”

Zayne leaves the room. Caleb gives you a concerned look. “He knows what he’s doing, Caleb!” “Does he?” he asks uncertainly. “Ever since he changed your medication, you get so sleepy, and you always say you wake up feeling even more exhausted. I’m also worried about the bruises it’s giving you.”

You glance down at the faint bruises still scattered across your body. “Yeah, but… he said it can cause minor bleeding, so it’s nothing too serious. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon.” “Yeah… I hope so,” Caleb murmurs, still looking concerned. You fall asleep soon after. When Zayne steps back into the room and locks the door behind him, Caleb has also fallen asleep on the couch. It’s already 2:35 a.m. Zayne checks the recorded data. He gently pulls the blanket off you and slips the hospital gown from your body so he can inspect you for new bruises.

His hands brush over your skin gently…. more affectionately than a doctor should. “Even here… how careless,” he whispers to himself as he touches the bruises on your breasts, gently cupping them before squeezing a little harder.

Zayne lets out a shaky breath, trying to contain himself. His hand moves lower, fingers brushing along your slit. He knows it’s only a normal bodily response, but he likes convincing himself you’re wet for another reason.

He slips a finger inside you and watches your unconscious body while he touches you. He hovers his body over you carefully, making sure not to put pressure on yours. He adds two more fingers, stretching you open. The only sounds in the room are the beeping of the heart monitor, his heavy breathing, and Caleb’s quiet snores.

“I promise… I’ll make you healthy again,” he whispers beside your ear before replacing his fingers with his cock. He thrusts deeply, gripping your waist to hold you in place. “But—” his breathing quickens, “before I do that—” one hand moves to grab your breast, “—I need you a little bit longer like this.”

He fucks you for a while longer, before finishing inside you and collapsing partially against your body, almost forgetting how fragile you are. He brushes strands of hair away from your face and kisses you… or as much of one as he can make out with someone unresponsive.

“My beautiful girl…” he slides his fingers back inside you, pushing the leaking cum back in. “…the weaker you are, the longer you stay by my side.” He pulls his fingers out and presses them into your mouth, making you taste him. Your medication is so strong that nothing wakes you.

Zayne stands again. He sterilizes everything and cleans you up before looking over your chart and writing something down. The cardiology corridor is nearly empty at this hour. Your room is located in a secluded private section, so no sound can be heard from outside.

“You’re too careless,” Zayne suddenly says without looking up.

“Sorry, Doc. I don’t like holding myself back the way you do. It’s not like she notices anyway,” Caleb replies. He’s gotten up from the couch and now stands beside your bed, watching you sleep while listening to Zayne.

“She will if she keeps waking up with more bruises and feeling this exhausted. You need to control yourself more or I’ll be forced to change her medication back to normal,” Zayne says, finally looking up at Caleb.

Caleb stares down at you, eyes dark and possessive. He strokes your face silently instead of responding. “Make sure she doesn’t get any new bruises for now, so she believes the new medication is necessary,” Zayne adds. “Can’t I just stop making the spicy stew instead of holding back?” Caleb asks. “I’m afraid you’ll need to refrain from both.”

Caleb sighs, but a smirk spreads across his lips as his eyes meet Zayne’s. “Alright… you’re the doctor.”

“Also, next time,” Zayne says as he prepares to leave, “…I don’t want you in the room while I’m busy with her.” Caleb grins. “Trying to catch up to me, huh? Yeah, it was too good to be true having her all to myself back home.” “I could tell,” Zayne replies, gesturing toward his own chest, referring to the bruises on yours.

“She’ll be out for another two hours. I increased her dosage, so do what you want,” Zayne adds. Caleb laughs in disbelief. “My, my~ Now that’s a doctor’s order I can get behind,” he says, beginning to undress you again.

“So since you’re not stopping me… you must be enjoying this~?” you tease, starting to unbutton your shirt. Zayne stops typing. He lets out a long exhale and finally turns his head toward you, his gaze flickering briefly to your now-bare chest before meeting your eyes. “Leave, or I will,” he says dryly.

You can tell he’s getting fed up with you, but you can’t help yourself. Getting Zayne angry is the hottest thing imaginable to you. “Don’t leave,” you plead softly, knowing he loves that side of you. “Please.” “Then behave,” he says, his expression softening slightly, “… and please cover up again.”

“Why? Am I not attractive to you anymore?” you try to provoke him. Zayne ignores you. “Oh my god…?? Is that why you’re not responding to my seduction?”

He doesn’t look at you & continues typing. Even though you started this to tease him, the thought suddenly worms its way into your mind. What if it were true? He’s always been good at holding back, but how can he ignore you half-naked in front of him, begging for his attention?Had you lost your charm? Was work really more interesting to him than you? “Stop thinking such nonsense,” Zayne suddenly interrupts your spiraling thoughts. You stare at him stunned. “How did you know what I was thinking?” Zayne sets his notebook aside and turns fully toward you, one hand cupping your face as he looks into your eyes. “Because I know you. Also, there’s nothing more attractive to me than you. Nothing will ever change that.” His words are calm and reassuring.

You feel comforted, though your gaze still flickers toward his notebook. “Do you really think you have to compete with work?” he asks. “I kind of am, aren’t I? Your attention’s completely on that.” He abruptly gets up and lifts you into his arms bridal-style, heading towards the bedroom. “W-what are you doing?” you ask in surprise. He lays you down on the bed, then unbuttons his shirt, before positioning himself on top of you, his face hovering just inches from yours.

“Why?” he whispers, gently stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “Isn’t this exactly what you were hoping for?” He kisses you. Again. And again. The next one deeper & lasting longer than the last. His hand trails down your body, slipping beneath your panties. You look at him expectantly. “But your work?” “Hasn’t been your concern, has it?” he responds,

“Can’t hide the goods. My bad~,” he smirks. “Besides…the bakery only serves you. And at least I might get a good tan everywhere,” he smirks. “Go change, Caleb,” you say unimpressed. “Remember the hot springs?” he replies. “That outfit’s the alternative.” “Absolutely not. What happened to your normal swimwear?” “Washed it too hot. It’d fit over one thigh now…yours, not mine.”

You sigh, eyes examining his half-naked body. It doesn’t help that Caleb is just so…big. Everything about him is. Caleb noticed your gaze linger on his body.

“You’re allowed to touch, you know…” he says, though you can’t tell if he’s saying it for your benefit or his own. “I can literally count your veins, Caleb.” “My veins?” He lifts his arm, inspecting them. You shake your head. “No…not those…” Your fingers trace over the veins along his lower abdomen. “….These.”

Caleb tenses up real quick. His cock immediately starts twitching, every muscle goes rigid. “I can’t risk Gideon’s crush seeing them, what if she..” you dig your fingersnails slightly into his skin, “…thinks she’s allowed to explore where they lead to?” There’s a smirk on his face. “You’re welcome to try and get rid of them before that,” he slowly guides your hand over his hardened cock. “Maybe by…,” he presses your hand more firmly against him, “…using your tongue? Try to see if you can lick them away?”

“Or maybe…” you tighten your grip on his cock, making Caleb’s body jerk forward in agony, “…you’ve got one week to return this belt of a swimsuit if you ever want me to touch you down there again.” You ease your grip and let go of his dick, taking a step back. “So…what is it?” Caleb grins through the lingering pain. “I like it when you’re like this.” “CALEB!” you yell,” You’re not supposed to enjoy this, oh my god!!”

Caleb pulls you into a hug, locking you in his muscular arms. “No, I don’t want a hug,” you protest. “Also—aaah—your cock is poking into me. That’s not fair.” “Relax, Pips,” Caleb laughs. “I’m just playing with you. These are the shorts I accidentally shrunk in the washing machine. I got myself a proper new one.” “What?” You stop squirming and free yourself from his grip.

“What do you mean, what? Did you look at me? Once I’m hard, my dick is basically hanging out of my shorts. I can’t walk around like that. And you know damn well…I get hard just looking at you.”

You glance down at his crotch and realize it is indeed peeking out. You giggle. “Well…yeah, I mean…yes…fair.” “Uh-huh. I think I deserve a little apology, no?” Caleb crosses his arms. “I’m sor— actually, no. How was I supposed to know you were joking? Besides, you—Seriously??!!”

Caleb interrupts your rant, hands suddenly hooking into the waistband of his swim shorts as he’s tugging them a little lower. “I think I’ve got something on those veins when you were squeezing me so hard,” he says innocently, though there is a cheeky grin on his face. “Could you…help me clean it up?” “Why should I?” you huff, glaring at him, but not entirely unaffected by the sight of his leaking cock.