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"Can't you - f-fuck - can't you turn it down a little?" Caleb complains.

"Why would I do that?" You look at him like he's asked the most stupid question in the world. "Isn't the point to prove who can hold out the longest? Not a very good test if I leave it on baby mode."

Caleb snarls at you. You know he'll get you back later but right now you really couldn't care less. You're having far too much fun.

Your eyes return to their cocks. Two sets of pre-cum continuously oozing from their tips to run down and mix over the wand. Fuck, you want to stick your tongue out to taste them so badly.

You raise your hand and squeeze their cocks in your grip as best you can, forcing their sensitive tips to press harder into the head of the vibrator.

"Shit." Caleb whines. "You were just - mmm - supposed to be helping, n-not making it harder f-for us."

You ignore Caleb and cast a glance over to Zayne to find his eyes closed and you can hear him attempt to steady his breathing.

"You okay there, Zaynie?" You ask with a smirk.

"I'm...I'm doing f-fine, th-thank you." He stutters breathlessly.

The heads of their cocks are an angry red and you can feel them throb against your fingertips. Surely one of them is going to blow soon.

Maybe...maybe you should help them along...just a little?

"You guys are making such a mess." You sigh dramatically. "Would you like me to clean you up after?"

You look up at them both with the most innocent face you can muster.

"Enough." Zayne says through gritted teeth, not taking the bait and refusing to look at you.

The man opposite him however...

"Mmph..." A muffled whimper slips from Caleb's mouth and you turn to look at him with a triumphant smirk.

Caleb immediately knows he's fucked up.

"Would you like me to run my tongue up and down your cock?" You coo. "Lick up every drop of your sticky mess?"

Zayne groans quietly but Caleb? Oh Caleb's gone, his eyes are going glassy, a stream of moans spilling from his lips.

"God," he chokes out. "Want your mouth around me so fuckin' bad."

You press the button to go up a level on the wand again and their hips jerk.

Zayne's abs are twitching, chest heaving with every laboured breath. Meanwhile Caleb's biting down on his bottom lip, eyes scrunched up tight in pleasure - or pain, you're not really sure which and you don't really care either.

"I'll take you both down my throat after, m'kay?" You say extra cheerfully. "Make you both all nice and clean."

Zayne merely utters a quiet curse but the image of you on your knees is too much for Caleb. He can feel it coming and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

"Shit, shit, fucking shit!" He cries and then all of a sudden cum is practically erupting from his cock. "Hah - f-fuuuck - oh god that feels good."

Caleb's head tips back onto his shoulders, letting out a long groan in relief. You watch in awe as the cum continues to flow, spilling down his shaft and onto the wand.

And then a hand is at the nape of your neck, gripping firm, before Zayne's cock finally joins the other, ropes of cum spurting out and up onto his chest.

"Shit." Zayne says through a strained moan.

You can't quite believe how much cum pours from their cocks. Endless amounts of creamy white fluid keeps pumping out of their tips, slipping down the side of the wand and trickling across the back of your hand.

You turn down the toy to the lowest setting but keep a firm hold on them, watching in fascination at how you seem to be milking every last drop of cum from them. Every time you think they're done, another little dribble comes out.

"Wow..." You whisper to yourself with a chuckle.

"S'too much," Caleb slurs, his legs trembling and barely keeping him up. "But...fuck me, that feels s'good."

Zayne, however, grabs your wrist and removes your hand, allowing him to finally give his poor, overstimulated cock a rest. He looks down at you through hooded eyes, hair completely dishevelled, and gives you a raised eyebrow which tells you you'll be paying for this in the not too distant future.

You turn off the wand, the silence in the room now feeling a little odd after hearing the buzz of the toy for so long, and you watch in satisfaction as the few remaining strands of stringy cum drip from their cocks to the floor.

"That wasn't fair," Caleb says, voice cracking and chest heaving with every breath. "You played dirty."

Zayne grabs the towel from the bed and begins the arduous task of cleaning up the copious amounts of cum.

"She played dirty with both of us." He smirks, looking far too smug. "Don't be a sore loser."

"I want a rematch." Caleb demands and you just roll your eyes.

"Fine," You sigh. "But next time we test it by the two of you fucking me at the same time."

Neither of them had any arguments with that.

"Who's the dom?" Zayne asks, even though he knows the answer to this.

Caleb lets out a soft, pitiful whimper for having to stop, but answers nonetheless. "Y.. You are."

"Safe word?" Zayne continues.

"Snowman" Caleb murmurs.

"Louder."

"Snowman! Snowman, sir.." the supposed colonel says louder, he was already drifting into his puppy headspace mid conversation.

Satisfied that they've covered their bases, Zayne nods and takes his lover's wrist to guide him towards the bedroom for a more comfortable experience for the both of them. Although this small adventure down the hallway was met with small whimpers of protest, yet Caleb stumbled along anyway.

Once they were inside, the doctor orders Caleb to strip. To which he eagerly does. Zayne takes this opportunity to look for the collar, leash and tail to accessorize the colonel. Turning around, he was greeted with a mess of military clothes on the floor and a very, very excited puppy standing in front of him.

Zayne takes a moment to revel at the view, poor puppy's cock was twitching with excitement while he just stood there quietly whimpering, waiting for his owner's commands. He smirks slightly, enjoying the power her holds over a colonel of a powerful fleet.

He doesn't let Caleb wait too long, though. He takes a stride forward and quickly equips the collar tethered to a leash around his lover's neck. Making sure it's comfortably snug, but not to the point of choking. "Good boy," Zayne whispers, visibly getting a shiver out of Caleb.

Now it was Zayne's turn to undress himself, ending up with just his button up shirt barely clinging to his broad frame and his pride standing tall, he's just as eager. He takes the leash and finally guides the both of them to the bed. There was a flash of mischief within Caleb's eyes for a split second, but Zayne caught it immediately. Ending up with his index finger pressed against the puppy's lips to pause whatever he might've been planning to do.

Another whine escapes Caleb, this one sounded like it was mixed with a groan with how much he was being made to wait when they were right there. The doctor reaches over to the side table and takes out a bottle of lube, waving his finger in that familiar way that Caleb, through the haze he's in, is able to recognize. Without hesitation, he happily turns around on his hands and knees, bends down and presents his ass to Zayne. Panting slightly out of excitement.

This has become routine whenever Caleb wasn't going to have his master inside of him, he needs to always be filled somehow to properly enjoy himself. Zayne made quick work of the other's entrance, even planting a loving kiss or two on the round of his ass out of affection before putting the tail where it rightfully belongs, earning a mix of a whimper and a moan from Caleb.

"That's right, that's my good puppy." Zayne coos as he pats his lap, a wordless way to grant Caleb permission to finally let loose like he deserved.

Caleb didn't waste a second to turn around and practically tackle the poor doctor down onto the mattress, pressing his body as physically close as possible just to grind up against the other's member desperately. Zayne gasping and groaning in return, adjusting himself to better accommodate his lover. Their lips met in a heated kiss and the puppy's hand wondered south, finding Zayne's entrance.

Moaning softly while keeping most of his composure to help guide Caleb through the motions, Zayne would eventually be stretched enough to take the colonel. Caleb pauses for a moment, his tip pressed up against Zayne's entrance. With a nod from his master, Caleb eagerly slams home without hesitation, ripping a loud moan from the otherwise quiet doctor.

Wrapping the leash twice around his hand, Zayne braces himself by gripping both the leash and the sheets hard, his legs wrapping around the other's waist as his puppy pounds into him like a wild animal. Each thrust leaving him almost breathless, gasping and groaning.

"S-So... Eager..!" Zayne lets a moan escape out of him, which only encourages Caleb more.

Caleb hooks both of his arms around Zayne and holds him impossibly closer, his mind clouded with the need to chase that high, panting and growling against the skin of his master's neck. As he does, he couldn't help but graze his teeth on the soft flesh that's just so.. Blank, so perfect, so devoid of blemishes.

"No. Bad Boy." the doctor sternly scolds , which makes Caleb flinch slightly, but his tone quickly softens. "L-Lower... Where no one can see them.."

A growl rumbles within Caleb's chest as he begrudgingly traces his teeth lower towards Zayne's collarbone, then his chest.

"Right there..." Zayne huffs before muffling another moan as Caleb continued to fuck him.

With the go ahead, the colonel made a masterpiece out of his lover's chest. A bitemark here, a hickey there, it was a beautiful mess. All being out of both lust and love, Caleb truly missed Zayne and this is the only way he could express his overwhelming emotions at the moment, to which the doctor happily received. Earning more moans from him and the fluttering of his eyes, a rare sight saved for only Caleb to see.

The puppy's rhythm starts to falter once he nears his peak, whining and babbling incoherent noises. Zayne's resolve was starting to weaken, too. His vision's edges were starting to dot with stars and his grip on Caleb's leash was starting to loosen, letting out more moans than he'd normally like to. Feeling their high coming fast, Zayne finally drops the leash and, therefore, his control and pulls Caleb into a deep and heated kisses, moaning into it.

Not a moment later and waves of pleasure crashes into the both of them. Momentarily seeing white, Zayne lets out one final moan as his head gets thrown back in tandem with Caleb groaning loudly into the other's neck, filling him up to the brim. Unable to control himself, the colonel bit into Zayne's shoulder, forcing a choked sob from Zayne. He makes a mess in between their bodies, making it sticky with his load.

They then laid there, catching their breathes as they bask in their afterglow. They minds fuzzy with ecstasy and the need for affection and aftercare coming swiftly at the back of Zayne's mind. He closes his eyes for a few moments to help ground himself faster while his hand found its way to his lover's hair, idly playing with it. A happy hum comes from Caleb in response, he carefully sits up and pulls out, watching as some of his cum drips out of Zayne.

Before he could even feel proud of himself, Zayne suddenly tugs at Caleb's leash to get his attention. A stern expression dons on his face as he speaks. "You left a mark where it won't be hidden well, bad boy."

Caleb almost shrinks under the other's gaze, whining in slight fear. He knows the punishment won't be light this time.

"You've been so tense lately," Caleb's smirk is dangerous, knelt between Zayne's legs. "Let me distract you for a little bit."

His hands find the band of Zayne's pants, pulling them down the rest of the way, falling softly around his ankles. Caleb moves slow, running his palms appreciatively up Zayne's thighs, his cock twitching as his hands slide closer. The languid movements cause his stomach to tense, tossing his head back against the wall. Skin too warm, prickling with anticipation as warmth pools in his stomach — achingly hard as Caleb strokes him slowly through his boxers.

"Hey," his hands dip below the band of Zayne's boxers, freeing him from the fabric. His thumb swipes over the tip, letting pre cum coat the skin there, before giving him one slow, teasing stroke.

"Look at me," Caleb says it low, gravelly in his throat, running his tongue along the underside of Zayne's cock.

It takes a few panting breaths for Zayne to finally look, opening his eyes to see the smirk in Caleb's gaze before he wraps his lips around him, just taking him in, his warm tongue swirling around the tip. His eyes stay locked on Zayne's when he takes him further, nearly hitting the back of his throat.

Zayne's fingers tangle in Caleb's hair, gripping when he pulls off slightly, only to take him fully again. Caleb groans at the pull of his hair, the vibration of it pulling a low moan from Zayne's throat.

Caleb slips him out of his mouth, pulling back to guide his spit-slick palm down Zayne's length. His other hand finds Zayne's hip, gripping at it as he leans in to nip again. Tongue running over love bitten skin, like he can't help but mark him.

"Say my name," his breath shudders as his fingers press into the skin, need tugging at each syllable. "I wanna hear you." He takes him halfway again, hand stroking the base he's yet to take fully in his mouth.

"Caleb," Zayne's palm slides to cradle Caleb's jaw when he hollows his cheeks. "You're taking me so well." His voice is muted, face flushed, breathing heavily as he looks down at him over his glasses.

There's a slight tremble in Caleb's hands now, a low whine building in this throat. He gently threads his hand with Zayne's, pulling it back to his hair. A silent plea, a quiet encouragement.

It breaks the dam in Zayne's chest.

He threads his fingers softly in Caleb's hair, pulling sightly, his hips involuntarily jerking forward to meet the bob of Caleb's head. He lets Zayne use him, bob him up and down with the grip on Caleb's hair.

His hands find Zayne's hips again, soothing his thumbs of the curve of the bone, the other fingers pressing into the skin — encouraging Zayne to set the pace.

Zayne voice is a mix of low moans and sharp inhales, groaning out Caleb's name with each slide of his tongue, begging please with each suck.

"Fuck," he hisses out, hips stuttering. "I'm-" he throbs hot in Caleb's mouth, the tight knot in his stomach desperate to unravel. Caleb keeps his hands on his hips, taking over with a new pace.

He pushes back Caleb's bangs, something tender there he's not ready explore.

When their eyes lock, he cums down Caleb's throat. He swallows, releasing slowly with a small thread of spit still connecting them.

It snaps when Zayne wraps his hand around Caleb's collar, pulling him into searing kiss. Pushing him against the wall with a grunt, tongue swirling against Caleb's and tasting himself.

His thumbs slide into Caleb's belt loops, leaving marks of his own on the skin at this throat.

"You've got my attention now," he breathes against the shell of Caleb's ear. "What will you do with it?"

AN: my humble snowapple offering based on this initial post <3 ty for reading!

With a deep breath, Caleb forcibly relaxes his body, trying to keep his attention away from the sounding rod. “That’s not going to fit.”

“It will. I specifically picked this one.” Zayne gives him a look, as if asking ‘are you really going to argue with a doctor?’

“Okay, okay.” Caleb exhales, letting go of Zayne’s wrists. “I’m ready.”

Zayne nods, jerking Caleb’s cock steadily. It’s flushed and leaking, eager for stimulation. He slows down before circling his fingers around the base, resting against the unruly patch of hair. “Relax. I’ll go slow.”

The nudge of the metal touching the tip of Caleb’s length makes him flinch, gripping the sheets on either side of his thighs. A whine builds up in the back of his throat and he braces for the rush of stimulation that’ll soon follow.

Zayne’s breath hitches, focused on the sliding of the metal against Caleb’s silky length, watching the lube gather around the rod. His finger rests in the hoop at the end of the sounding rod, inching the metal deeper and deeper until the end of it lies snug against Caleb’s tip.

The man before him jerks, head tilting back as a moan rips out of his mouth, hips fighting to keep still.

“The tip must have hit your prostate,” Zayne hums, lifting the rod slightly before pushing it back in with his index. “How does it feel?”

“I-I…! Um—” Caleb’s eyes scrunch shut as he struggles to answer, at the mercy of the foreign feeling.

“It must feel different, if this is the first time you’ve had your urethra penetrated. If I stimulate your urethral walls…” Zayne begins a steady pace, gentle as he lets the warm material slip back and forth down Caleb’s cock.

The pleasure ripples through Caleb’s body as he squirms, eyes unfocused as drool slips past his parted lips. “Slow…slow down! Please!”

“Breathe, think about her. What are you going to tell her? How it felt?”

“That… it’s too much,” Caleb pants. “And feels good.”

“I’m going at a steady pace I know you can handle, Caleb,” Zayne muses. “Colour?”

“I…!!”

“Colour.” Zayne slows down, tightening his hold on the base of Caleb’s cock.

“It’s green, stop asking!” Caleb whines unfairly, frustrated at the lack of stimulation as his hips jerk up to feel more pressure against his prostate.

“Do you need more from me?” Zayne wets his lips with his tongue, sitting closer. Removing the hand keeping Caleb’s cock upright, he wraps his fingers along both of their lengths, the friction between the silky texture of their skin shooting sparks up their spines.

“Zayne,” Caleb gasps. “More, please!”

“So greedy.”

“I said please—”

Zayne jerks both of them off at a frantic pace, eager to bring himself and his partner to release. He continuously watches the rod move with every stroke of Caleb’s cock, the sight pushing him towards an orgasm faster.

“I’m going to cum,” Zayne grunts. “I’m going to…!” A moan cuts him off as his body locks, cock spurting out a heavy load of semen. The warm slick leaks down both of their flushed cocks as he rides out his high.

Caleb cries out, antsy from not receiving his orgasm. “Zayne…!” A feeling of helplessness bubbles up inside of him, but Zayne is quick to make it up.

“Sh… I’ll help you reach your orgasm in a different way,” Zayne comforts him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. He repositions himself, lying on his stomach between Caleb’s legs.

Caleb gulps, hand moving to tangle in Zayne’s hair, mewling when heavy breaths can be felt along the underside of his cock.

“Hurry…”

Zayne’s lips turn up before passionately pressing against the tip of Caleb’s cock, smearing fluids around as he groans at the taste of himself. He pays special attention to the metal sticking out of Caleb’s urethra, tongue swiping around the area as he laps up the mixture of their liquids.

“You should be able to orgasm with the sounding rod in,” Zayne says, flattening his tongue to lick from the base to the tip. “Can you do that for me?”

“Haaah, it's too much…!” Caleb’s fingers tighten their hold, tugging Zayne’s locks until he groans at the sting.

Caleb’s reactions urge Zayne to double his efforts, massaging his balls and needily mouthing at his length. His other hand pumps the rod up and down Caleb’s urethral opening, pushing him towards his release.

“I can see it through your skin,” Zayne realizes, cock throbbing at the sight. With some passes, the shape of the rod visually bulges beneath the skin of the underside of Caleb’s cock, disappearing with every pull up.

“Wha—haah?” Caleb peers down, head and eyes rolling back when he sees the image for himself. With a pulse of his balls, his cum leaks out the sides of the metal rod, his body pulsing with each spurt.

Zayne parts his lips, quick to tongue at Caleb’s tip to catch a taste of his salty release. He sloppily makes out with the sticky mess, eyes fluttering shut as he grinds his own hips into the mattress. “I’ll have to update her about this later,” he says, voice muffled.

“That’s enough,” Caleb squirms, feet kicking out as he yanks Zayne up by his hair. Zayne’s eyes are hazed over, glasses slipping down his nose and foggy as he tries to clear his head.

“I… yes. Apologies.” He sits up, quick to start their familiar routine of aftercare. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I can’t move,” Caleb grins tiredly, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. “Y’know, you really know what you’re doing.”

“I would hope so,” Zayne deadpans. “Brace yourself. I need to remove the sounding rod.”

Caleb cringes, chuckling weakly. “Maybe we can wait?”

“Until you’re flaccid? Nonsense.” Zayne holds Caleb’s cock gently in his fist, slowly and gently pulling the rod upwards. Caleb hisses, disliking the newfound hollowness.

Only when it’s fully out does Caleb relax. “Give me an hour and we do round two.”

Zayne stares, unamused. “You’ll be sore for the next couple days. I guarantee it will not be pleasurable for you if we go again.”

“What? What about when pipsqueak is home?”

“It’ll have to wait until you’ve fully recovered. Unless you’d be satisfied just watching.”

“Tempting.”

Caleb’s hand comes to wrap around his girth, giving him slow strokes. Up, down, up, down. Zayne tips his head back into the bed and starts bucking his hips up to meet Caleb’s hand with a groan.

“Uh-uh.” Caleb immediately takes his hand off his cock. “Clearly I’m going to have to take extra measures with you today.”

Zayne gasps when he feels the weight of Caleb’s evol pressing him into the mattress. He feels it around his wrists, securing them to his sides, and across his hips to restrict any kind of movement there. He gives it a test, trying to lift his hips up off the bed but it feels like there’s a ton of bricks weighing him down.

“Don’t bother,” Caleb’s hand returns to his cock. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Zayne tries to stay relaxed, tries not to strain against the evol that pins him down, but it’s hard when the hand on his cock is moving so god damn slowly and gently and all he wants to do is rut into Caleb’s fist until he cums.

“Bend your knees up.” Caleb demands, hand now drifting down to lightly fondle his balls. “Needa stretch you open for me.”

He does as he’s told, lifting his feet to rest on the edge of the bed and practically presenting his hole for Caleb.

“So obedient today.” He mutters. “You must be pretty needy.”

Even without being able to see, Zayne is absolutely certain that Caleb’s got a smug little smirk on his face. He knows full well that the only reason he’s this needy and desperate is thanks to all the filthy messages and photos he’s sent him today. He hears Caleb snicker as he pops open a bottle of lube.

“Relax.” He says gently, feeling the prod of a finger at his tight hole. “Let me in. Theeere you go.”

“Mmm.” Zayne moans out as the first finger slips all the way in to the last knuckle.

Caleb adds a second finger and Zayne becomes all too aware of how much he’s panting already. His fingers move slowly in and out, lube squelching with each little thrust. He’s being too gentle, too kind, and Zayne’s a little worried. Usually that means Caleb’s got something up his sleeve.

He feels the fingers inside him scissor a little, stretching him open wider and getting him ready for Caleb’s thick cock. He also feels the constant dribble of pre-cum dripping down onto his belly, there must be an embarrassing amount by now, but that’s how Caleb likes it. He likes to tease Zayne to the point of pain, leaving his cock hard and aching for as long as possible until the smallest of touches is all it takes to blow his load.

“C-Caleb…” He whines.

“You know what I’m gonna do?” Caleb ignores him, pushing his fingers up into his prostate causing Zayne to cry out. “I’m gonna slide my cock riiight on in here. And then I’m gonna put this fleshlight I’ve got next to me straight down on your cock.” Zayne lets out a little muffled whimper. “Mmmhm. That’s right, gonna fuck your ass while you fuck this toy. You like the sound of that?”

“Y-yes.” He hates to admit it but he does. His cock won’t stop bobbing in the air at the thought of it.

“Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.” Caleb’s fingers keep pressing and rubbing against his prostate.

“P-please…god, Caleb,” He pleads. “Need your cock inside me s-so badly.”

His fingers slip from his ass and he hears more lube being squirted out. One lot for his cock and another for the fleshlight, presumably. God. He is not going to last long with that thing on him.

He feels the blunt head of Caleb’s cock press up against his hole and he tries to relax as much as possible, letting Caleb notch the tip in before slowly pushing the whole way in.

“Fuuuck,” Caleb groans and Zayne wishes he could see so badly. He does so love the look on his face when he first enters. “Always so god damn tight for me.”

He buries himself to the hilt, hips flush against Zayne’s ass, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t start fucking him like he so desperately needs. He waits in complete silence. Caleb’s always one to run his mouth during sex so when he’s quiet it’s the most unnerving of things.

A palm runs up the length of his cock before firmly grasping it and angling to point straight up. And then he feels it, the entrance of the fleshlight being pressed against his tip before being forced to breach it. His back arches as much as it can whilst still being pinned down by Caleb’s evol and the toy is slid down on his cock torturously slow.

“Hah, f-fuck.” Zayne pants.

“Hm,” Caleb ponders. “I was gonna edge you, buuut I kinda wanna see how fast I can make you come instead.”

Zayne chokes out a moan when the fleshlight is slammed all the way down to his pelvis, completely engulfing his cock. When it’s dragged back up, Caleb starts to pull his own cock out of his ass, and then when he thrusts back in the fleshlight goes down again. He’s fucking him in tandem—filled up and fully sheathed at the same time and Zayne is so completely overwhelmed.

“Caleb, p-please—I—hnnng.”

He has a feeling he’s exactly where Caleb wants him to be; an overstimulated mess who can barely speak.

“Come ooon,” Caleb coos. “Be a good boy and come for me. Wanna see your cum leakin’ outta this thing.”

Caleb moves faster, with more purpose, like his only mission is to milk him as fast as possible. Zayne clenches his fists at his sides and tips his head back, mouth agape with moans spilling free. The sensation of Caleb’s cock hitting deep inside at the same time as his cock gets swallowed up by the toy is too much for him, he can’t hold out any longer.

“God…yes…” He whispers, body shaking as he empties himself into the toy.

Caleb keeps working the toy over his cock, dragging more cum out of him. Zayne can feel it oozing out of the toy and down onto his balls and it’s making the filthiest sounds now that his cum’s acting as additional lube.

“Love makin’ you whimper like this,” He focuses the toy on the head of his cock. “Favourite sound in the whole world.”

“Bet you love this don’t you,” He keeps going. “Just lying there and taking it like a good boy, yeah you do.” Caleb’s voice sounds strained, he’s beginning to struggle to hold himself back. “Been thinkin’ about this all day too, been dying to just shove my cock inside you.”

The toy’s finally removed from his cock and he can feel the strings of cum dripping out and over his belly as it’s pulled away. Caleb laughs.

“Holy shit, you made quite the mess.” Zayne lets out a pained groan when he feels a hand wrap around his shaft. “So fuckin’ wet and sticky, bet you’re all senstive down here, huh.”

Zayne gives a shaky nod of his head. He bites his lip, trying and failing to hide the whines from Caleb toying with him.

“God, you look so good.” Caleb starts thrusting harder, hips slapping against Zayne’s ass. “Got—fuck—got that nice little blush across your cheeks. Hard cock lookin’ all pretty as it keeps leakin’ cum all over you.”

He can’t keep it in any more. Zayne lets out a long moan as another little spurt of cum shoots out of his tip when Caleb’s cock keeps pushing against that spot deep inside him.

“Such a mess.” He tuts. “Gonna clean you up after, mmhmm, gonna run my tongue aaaall over that sensitive cock and lick up every drop of cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

Caleb pushes on the backs of his thighs, pressing them further into his chest, and his cock feels so fucking deep inside him. He starts pounding into him mercilessly, body jostling on the bed as he pants and whines.

“Gonna fill this tight ass up with my cum.” He growls. “Oh shit, oh fuck.”

Caleb shoves himself as deep as he can go, filling him up with rope after rope of cum.

“That’s it, take it all.” He says through gritted teeth. “Shit that feels good.”

Caleb doesn’t wait long, as soon as he’s spent he’s quickly slipping out from Zayne’s hole and whipping the blindfold off of him. He blinks rapidly against the light and watches in slight dread as Caleb leans his head down to his cock, a cruel smirk spread across his lips.

“What, you thought I was all talk?” He mocks. “You should know me better than that by now.”

It’s bearable at first, a few gentle licks around the base and the occasional tease to his balls. But then he’s practically slurping at him, devouring every drop of cum on his cock.

“Always—mm—always tastes so good.” Caleb mumbles against his shaft, the vibrations only causing Zayne even more agony.

“Too much,” Zayne mumbles. “So…mmph, so sensitive, C-Caleb, please.”

Caleb just laughs lightly against his cock before moving his tongue to his tip, flicking it back and forth across the sensitive bit on the underside.

“P-please, no more, I—fuck I can’t!” He’s truly begging at this point, still uselessly trying to buck away from his mouth under Caleb’s evol that refuses to let up.

“Oh sorry, did you want me to stop?” Caleb finally relents, looking up at him with a satisfied smile whilst wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “All you had to do was ask.”

"wait- my love - slow down-" Zuko's hands tremble at your hips. his cock is caught between his stomach and your jerking hips.

his precum smears over your panties. the mess mixes with your own slick and causes the garment to cling to your sticky clit. you can feel the ridges of his cock through the soaked fabric.

his pouty lips are blushed red and slick with saliva from when you tried to devour him through a bruising kiss. his eyes are wide, hazed over with lust and bit of confusion.

he doesn't quite know what he's done wrong. one moment he's having a mundane conversation in the banquet hall with some councilmen's daughter and the next he's being dragged from her, to your shared chambers by you.

he had went to question why in the hall leading there, but you fixed him with a look so severe he thought better of it. he'd just wait til you both got somewhere private.

once you got to your room, everything happen so fast.

you didn't even wait to fully undress him. his royal robes were haphazardly tugged and pulled from his chiseled frame and he was forced backward onto your shared bed. he tried to speak, to question where this bout of frustration came from, but the words dissipate from his tongue when you reach into his pants to fist his shaft to life.

you're slinging mean words in his direction as you do so and despite himself, Zuko can't help the way his cock jumps in your palm.

he did always like when you were mean.

but this time, he wasn't even doing anything to provoke your anger. he has no idea what's going on, beside your pussy grinding on his dick.

"w-what- ngh- wrong?" the fire bender tries again just as you line his cockhead with your dripping hole, having moved your panties to the side. the swollen head glides across your gooey folds and both you and Zuko groan.

"you let that woman flirt with you tonight," you huff out from above him, glare in your eyes as you regarded him, "I'm showing you who you're married to."

zuko's eyebrow knit together as he recalls early. his face drops at the realization. you thought he was entertaining her.

he rushes to speak, "Princess, it was just a - ahh, wait - polite conversation. I di-"

You don't let him finish. instead, you begin your descent down his length. you pelvis jerks as you sink down, taking him deeper and deeper, until he's sheathed to the hilt. every inch of him bullies your pussy wide, your gummy walls expanding to accommodate his size. your cunt constricts around him, once, twice, three times before Zuko and you let out twin sobs.

his thighs tremble between your own and his cock spasms against that spot deep inside you. precum gushes out from where your pussy meets the base of his length and leaks down onto his balls.

you don't move for a moment. zuko doesn't know whether youre taking the time to adjust to his size or you're just being a fucking tease, but he's halfway delirious. his heart hammers in his chest as he begins to shallowly thrust into you, needing some relief.

you press your palm on his toned abdomen, pushing his hips back flat on the bed. zuko eyes water and he garbles out a plea, "Please, fuck me."

You raise a brow, indifferent to your husbands needy whining. You have to work a bit to come off nonchalant, with his cock delicously strectching you but you don't mind. you have a lesson to teach.

"who does this cock belong to?" you lean down, slow, eyes a bit wild, firey in a way that tells Zuko you're pissed despite the mess betwen your legs. your breasts lay heavy on zuko's chest and he shudders, a heated breath brushing over your cupid's bow.

the fire lord can't get the words out fast enough, "You - baby. it's yours- I'm yours- fuck, baby please."

you grin down at him as you brace your palms on his heated chest. you raise your hips until only his weeping head is engulfed in your clenching pussy and you bear down on him. zuko chokes out a sob, his jaw goes slack and his tongue lulls out.

you start riding him. his hips meet yours with a splat! sound that echoes across your bed chamber. the bed sqeaks with every impact of your ass against zuko's pelvis.

your greedy pussy engulfs him to the hilt everytime, taking him so deep that your clit grinds against the sculpted plane of his abs. your cunt floods the space where your arousal meets.

your husband moans at the sticky button slobbering a trail over him.

a pearlescent ring forms around zuko's base, disappearing with every mean roll, grind, and drop of your wet heat. you plunge zuko deep inside you, ass recoiling against the muscled flesh of his thighs.

you're so far gone at the feeling of your husband's cock spearing you, you can only mumble words of possesion, "Mine. Mine, Mine."

It comes out in repetitive, sharp bursts. you basically spit the words at him as you bounce on his cock, matching every declaration with the drop of your hips.

zuko doesnt care much, it seems, because he was whimpering back everything you needed to hear.

"Yours. Yours. Yours."

his stomach contracts, and his eyes go wide when your needy pussy sucks him back in and your words become filthier.

"who else can fuck you like this?" you sneer.

zuko fingers dig into your hips and his own begin to raise off the bed to fuck up into you.

he's going to cum, but you wont let him if he doesnt answer you. you slow your bounces and the Fire Lord's face crumbles pathetically.

Zuko cries out immediately trying to buck into you,"N-no one. Please. I need-" You don't allow Zuko to finish. You regain momentum immediately, rocking your hips back and forth over your husband's pulsating girth.

He cums with his cockhead nudged against your g-spot. Milky fluid floods your pussy and Zuko cock slips from you. He's huffing, lips swollen, dick spent and eyes tired. He begins to babble, singing your praises as he comes down from his high. About how he loves you and that there's no one else better for him.

You grin at the praises.

But it's not enough. You're not sated. In fact, you were starved . So drunk on his desperate moans and weeping cock. You were eager to show the Lord who he belonged to.

You seize his cock in a greedy hand and slip Zuko right back into you. Amber eyes widen and a pained groan erupted from Zuko's lips.

"Wait!-"

"I'm going to milk you dry, Lord Zuko," You roll you hips, and a wet, needy sound drips from Zuko's lips, "Maybe then you'll think better of letting others flirt with you."

Zuko finally made it back to the fire nation safe and sound after making sure Republic City didn't go under. With half his outfit gone and hair disheveled (yet still beautiful), his council insisted he go get treated and rest up.

Normally he'd refuse and shake off his injuries, acting like they're not nearly as severe as they really are, but ever since a new doctor was hired to the palace he hasn't hesitated since.

Why, you might ask?

Because he found out the new doctor was someone he knew. A friend from wayyy back when. Long before he was banished or his family life went to shit.

However, nobody else knows this.

Zuko was escorted to the medical room--for some reason no matter how times he told them it wasn't necessary. He walked in with a cloth across his body, body and muscles overly defined by the candlelight illuminating the space.

You were kneeled before him with your eyes lowered when he came in. Once his guards left, he just stood there.

"...you know you can stop pretending, right?"

You looked up with a smile on your face as you jumped to your feet and into his arms. A solid, longing kiss on the lips to follow. He kissed back with intention as he held you close. Then came a wince. You stop abruptly and step back.

"Zuko! You're hurt."

"It's not that bad," he says with a whole bunch of bruises littering his entire upper body. The look you gave him made his heart skip a beat.

"C'mon," he continued as he grabbed your hand to pull you closer. "It's been a long couple of days and I'd like to spend the night with the love of my life before going back to Firelord duties."

"Zuko," you narrow your eyes at him, "the last time we got intimate while you were this injured, you were bedridden for three days. And I almost got punished. By death."

"That was one time," he pouted. The only time he ever pouts is when he's alone with you. It's actually quite bizarre. "And you know I'd never let anything happen to you."

His arms wrapped around your waist and his forehead rested upon yours with a soft sigh. He hasn't been able to show this side of him for a long while before another world saving trip with the Avatar.

"I missed you," he murmured. "And I only became bedridden cause I did all the work."

"You were drunk."

"Mmm, we both were-"

You shut him up real quick when your warm palm found the front of his crotch and gave a light squeeze. He grunted softly as he backed away an inch, and you just smiled at him.

"Apologies, Firelord, what was that?"

"You're unfair."

"Oh, should I stop?"

"No," he stopped you from pulling away with a shudder. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me," he said, "please."

"I don't know, Zuko," you practically purr. "Will you let me treat you after if I grant your wish?"

"You could strike lightning directly into my heart if it meant having your hand down my pants right now."

A genuine chuckle couldn't stop from escaping as you backed him closer to the wall and ended up behind him. Hand trailing from his now bare chest to his abs right back to where he desperately needed you to be. You could feel him physically melt while your other hand lightly massaged his bicep.

"We haven't done this in a while," you whisper while toying with the band of his pants. "You might be more sensitive than last time."

"I don't care," he shuddered once more. You could feel the goosebumps rise on his skin for a moment. Zuko felt like he was willingly jumping into an abyss when he started to descend to the ground with you.

As he sat there between your legs, you just had to admire him from his side profile. The sight of him all flushed and panting softly before you even touched him the way he wanted only made you want to tease him even more, but you decided against it only because you really wanted to treat his minor injuries later.

His breath caught in his throat when you lips attached to his neck while simultaneously reaching in his pants and pulling him out. You hummed and shushed him softly.

"Don't be so loud," you whispered.

He leaned his head against yours after you spit in your hand and started stroking. Eyes real tight. Jaw clenched. Hips subtly bucking. Oh, he's so sensitive.

"Can you, uh," he began, his hands squeezing your thighs to focus. "Can you do that thing? Please."

"What thing?" You asked. Knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"With your hand," he said, "your palm. The warmth thing."

"Ohhh...you mean like this?"

When his head fell back into your shoulder, it was like instinct for your free hand to cover his mouth. You could hear him muffle "yes" repeatedly while nodding frantically. Breaths shaky and irregular.

"Someone had a long few days," you muse to yourself, but you know he heard you. He could only whimper and grunt in the same vain when he felt your thumb run over the tip. "And we haven't seen each other in weeks...you missed me, huh?"

"Mhm.." he nodded again. "Missed you so much..."

"How much?" You uncovered his mouth to trace his Adam's apple.

"So fucking much," he exhaled. "I thought about you everyday. Every waking hour. No wonder the Chamberlain keeps saying I zone out so much-"

You hear him gasp and strain his voice to keep himself quiet.

"Ooo," you muse, "you're getting close."

"Hotter," he muttered. You feel like you misheard him.

"What?"

"Hotter," he repeated, "make your hand hotter. I'm almost there."

"...that won't hurt?"

"Please don't make me say it- fuck."

"Say...what?"

"Just- I like the pain okay? Just, please, make your hand a little hotter. I'm right there, baby, please."

This genuinely caught you off guard. You knew he had his freaky tendencies every once in a while but you can't believe you haven't caught on to his rare masochistic desires as long as you two have been dating. And that makes him all the more hot. Pun intended.

His eyes open a little once you made your palm a little hotter. His chest rising and falling a lot quicker than before. The main sound in this little room being your incredibly warm hand jerking him off with your own spit had him about to see stars.

"Yes. Yes, just like that. Gods-"

He grabbed the hand occupying his throat and slapped it back onto his mouth as he came. His hot seed spilling all over your fingers as you worked him through it. His hand rested on top of yours for extra security to prevent his array of deep groans from echoing through the palace. His eyes shut tight again as a single tear slides down his cheek. He hasn't felt this good in so long. Which was almost a month but to him it's a millennia.

After about a minute was when he started to really calm down. His heart wasn't leaping from his chest anymore but boy was he sweating. He moved his hand along with yours and took a few good breaths to center himself.

"Thank you," he finally said. Head still resting on your shoulder. "Thank you so much."

"Just doing my job," you lightly tease. Pulling the top of his pants back up and wiping his sweat with the other. "Just don't fall asleep yet. I still have to treat you."

Zuko just smiled lazily at that, lightly shaking his head.

"I love you."

You smiled back at him. He couldn't see it but he could feel it against his face. The side with his scar. Which made his heart flutter a little bit more than usual.

"I'm gonna marry you someday."

Now it's your turn for your heart to flutter. Skip a beat, even. He notices.

"I don't care how long it takes for me to make real changes around here," he continued on. "We will be together. In the open. And you won't just be my nurse anymore."

"...wow," you manage to say. "It's not like you to be this sentimental after we get intimate."

"I kind of almost died," he admitted. His tone very serious now. "One of my last thoughts before Katara helped us was that I didn't even get to marry you, so...yeah."

He sat up slowly and rolled his shoulder before shifting to get a good look at you in this gorgeously lit room. Falling in love all over again. He looked down at the hand he, uh... came on and cleared his throat while blushing.

"Um- sorry about that."

You laugh softly through your nose and grab a nearby little towel that was within reach and wiped it off.

You’ve been side-eyeing him the entire two hours, wondering who the fuck this handsome man is, and why he is leaning so far away from you. Do you stink? You definitely put deodorant on this morning, brushed your teeth, and put perfume on! Surely not. Daring another quick peep, he was doing it AGAIN! He’s almost fully rotated on the chair, fingers perched up to his chin like he’s having some deep, introspective thought about this below-average lecture. Why is it giving that one scene in Twilight? Rude as fuck, actually. 

And then it happens: that stupid side-effect from that Wanderer.

Everyone in the conference room is gone. You are straddled on Valko’s lap, blouse ripped wide open, skirt sitting up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, riding the absolute shit out of him. Your hands are braced on his shoulders for support, his mouth permanently attached to your pulsepoint, inhaling your smell as he fucks up into you, needing to be closer, needing to hear you scream—

Oh my god. 

You immediately go red, and like a mirror, shift in your seat so he can’t see your sudden flustering. You knew once the conference was over, there was going to be a damp patch left on your chair.

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Sylus 

You’re undercover at an auction, and wouldn’t you know it, guess who else is here? To his surprise, you’re in a suit, sharp yet flattering. The next item to be called is an old desk, beautifully crafted from some kind of sturdy hardwood, but what kind you have no idea.

Well, Sylus does. It’s walnut, and it is quality. 

You’re seated on the edge of it. Pants gone, tits out, blazer ON, Sylus kneeling in between. His mouth is on your aching cunt, drowning in you, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep you open. Because you’re quivering, pathetically trying to clamp your legs shut, the overstimulation too much. Too bad. He wants to see how long you can take him, how far you’re willing to go… his ego needs to know how many times he can make you cum with just his tongue. If you give him one more, he’ll give you his fingers next—

“Fifty thousand,” his rich voice calls out.

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Xavier 

He checks in on you the SECOND he hears what happened. He manages to catch you as you leave the med-ward, confirming that the strange Wanderer slime isn’t toxic. With the all-clear, you mention that all you want right now is a nice, steamy shower. You roll your head back with a dreamy sigh, exposing the column of your throat, your body shifting in a way that really emphasises your figure…

(Look, the man just can’t help it, ok? His attraction for you is off the CHARTS, and he is YEARNING for a chance to ask you out… but, bless his soul, he’s also incredibly horny.)

You’re in the shower together, tendrils of steam coiling about you both. Xavier is behind, that thick cock of his pressing against the plush of your ass while he massages your shoulders with soap… His fingers sculpt your muscles, slowly gliding down so he can grope your boobs next. He presses his lips against your nape, tongue running up to catch the trickles of leftover sweat… Teeth tug your earlobe, giving you full body shivers, and you end up grinding back on him, needing him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck the absolute life out of you—

Your clothes are too tight, cheeks definitely red, and you are unable to meet that pretty blue stare of his. 

If that was what he thought about literally standing next to you completely unfazed, all smiley and boyish, what the FUCK did he imagine when he was alone in bed? 

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Rafayel 

All you want is to go to bed, but Rafayel has a showcase tonight, and you have to be there. “No exceptions.” He’d said, arms folded and pouty. 

So, you manage to slip into some pretty thing that is still functional for security, and you make your way over to the gallery. Rafayel is out the front waiting, shooing everyone else who isn't you. The second his eyes meet yours, they flicker down, admiring your outfit… but when his gaze returns to yours again, something happens. 

(What happens is that he is an artist, and he just got hit with some wonderful inspiration.) 

You’re a whimpering, panting mess inside the gallery storage room. He’s got you pinned right against the door, tongue tracing your collarbone as his hands tug the straps of your dress down… he wants to worship you, wants to kiss and lick every inch of your body. For tonight, he’ll settle on your breasts. With the front of you bared for him, he sucks on one nipple, squeezing and kneading the other, all while your fingers are threaded through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, clinging to him, urging him to do more—

You falter mid-step, almost falling face-first into the footpath. Your throat is dry, heart thumping wild inside your head. Approaching Rafayel, you smile, oddly emboldened now that you know what he wants to do to you. 

“You look nice,” he compliments—safe, casual. 

“Nice? Is that all I get?” You give him an offended pout. “Not beautiful? Inspirational? Ravishing?”

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Zayne

You’re late. You practically skip through the hospital halls, rushing but not running, because that’s just not appropriate. Finally, you reach Zayne’s office doors, and without thinking, because you’re frazzled from being late, you barge in. 

Doctor Zayne is seated at his desk, halfway through a chocolate cupcake, some of the icing and crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth. You make eye contact. 

“Busted, Doc,” you tease, your previous anxiety gone. 

He sighs, hiding the dessert back into the top drawer. “I’ve been stressed.”

“There are worse things I could have walked in on, I guess,” you laugh, coming to take a seat. 

Yes, indeed. 

You’re hiding under his desk, that delicious mouth of yours wrapped around his cock, hand gripping what you can’t take. Can't have you gagging on it when someone could walk in, right? You pump at his base, licking and sucking, taking him at a steady pace, drawing out his pleasure as well as alleviating his tension. Because he simply can’t resist, he stops writing his report to caress your cheek, hissing low under his breath as you take him just that little bit deeper down your throat, your quiet moan vibrating through him—

Holy shit. 

You immediately sit up straight, clearing your throat to mask your surprised gasp. Clenching your knees together, you manage a tight smile. 

“Is that why you’re here? You have a cough?” Zayne asks softly, kind. Your friend. 

“Uh, yeah,” you lie, faking another one. “It sucks.”

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Caleb

You’re at a house party, and you thought it would be nice to invite Caleb, since he rarely gets to get out and about in Skyhaven. 

“Pips, where’re you takin’ me?” Caleb slurs, a little tipsy. 

You drag him along, until you both plop down with the group, all neatly sitting in a circle. 

“Truth or dare?” Tara begins, turning to the person next to her. 

And so forth, and so forth. The game continues, people daring and revealing embarrassing stories. The more people drink, the more juvenile it becomes, until it feels like you’re all in college again. Honestly, it’s kind of freeing, and you’re happy to roll with it. 

Eventually, it’s Caleb’s turn, and he turns to look at you. 

You choose dare, and so he dares you to spend seven minutes in heaven with him. You giggle, but you interlace your fingers with him, and before you both know it, you’re pressed up against each other in a small dark wardrobe. Caleb grasps your waist, tugs you even closer as your mouths swallow each other, tongues dancing, drunk on each other’s taste. He could die here. Especially when your hand sneaks down, cupping his bulge, rubbing his cock through the fabric of his pants. His hands cup your boobs, squeezing gently to start, but as you both get sloppier and twitchy, he grows bolder, kneading you through your thin bra, hips bucking into your touch—

“Truth or dare?” Caleb smirks, taking another sip of his drink. 

 ⠀⠀ Valko cuts himself off with another whine as your hips begin to pick up movement again, the heat between your legs grinding deliberately against his hardening cock. His aborted thrusts try to meet you, instinctive and increasingly desperate as he tries to chase the friction. It's enough to make you grin.

 ⠀⠀ "Just let go, baby. " Your lips meet his in a kiss. He deepens it in an instant, tongue licking your lips as he whines into your mouth. The sound grows as you grind him with more force, gasping into the kiss yourself.

 ⠀⠀ Big, warm hands find your hips— neither guiding nor pulling, but holding on. His trembling grip only makes you more eager to please.

 ⠀⠀ It's not long before you bring your attention back to Valko's neck, planting a myriad of kisses and dark marks there. The kisses are stark against his skin, darkening into marks that you know will climb above the collar of his tailored suit tomorrow. The thought of it— this tall, imposing man walking into the building of his company sporting your marks and your scent makes heat pool in your belly.

 ⠀⠀ Is this what goes through his head when he scents you? Maybe he’s rubbed off on you more than you thought.

 ⠀⠀ "You're so cute." it just slips out of you— a murmur dripping with adoration.

 ⠀⠀ Valko whines even louder when a hand goes to the crown of his head, scratching at the base of those soft fluffy wolf ears. The wag of his tail grows strong enough that it's practically whipping up a storm. His hips are grinding right back against you, the stain of his precum growing on the front of his sweat— his cock is achingly hard under the fabric, twitching each time you rub yourself against him.

 ⠀⠀ He's so damn warm underneath you, desperate and whining as he chases the pleasure of the friction, driven by his baser instincts. But he's being so good too— his hands hadn't once tugged or pulled you, letting you set the pace as you'd like.

 ⠀⠀ What a good puppy.

 ⠀⠀ The poor wolf's eyes are practically molten gold when you meet his gaze— swimming with desire and drunk on the pleasure of your scent, the pleasure of your body pressed up against his.

 ⠀⠀ "What a good boy," you coo, delighting in the way he gasps your name. "D'you wanna cum, baby?"

 ⠀⠀ "Please," he whines, and you can feel his cock twitch even through the ruined fabric. It must be so hard now— blushing red at the head, thick and heavy, practically dripping with precum. Pert of you wishes you could see it, could taste it. He's always tasted so good.

 ⠀⠀ "Go on then, puppy," you purr. “You can cum.”

 ⠀⠀ With the hand still in his hair, you guide Valko's face to bury in your neck— he needs little encouragement, all but shoving his nose against your pulse in a hearbeat, drinking in your scent like a man starved. Immediately, the pace of his thrusts pick up and his hands tighten on you as his restraint finally begins to crack in the face of his looming orgasm. The sound of fabric brushing against fabric is loud— but still drowned out by his breathless pants.

 ⠀⠀ You can't fight back the grin as he laps at your neck, sweet even as he coaxes your scent forward. Cute, cute, cute.

 ⠀⠀ Emboldened, he begins to guide your hips with his hands, using his strength to pull you back into each desperate grind of his hips. Each movement makes him whine into your neck, makes him twitch underneath you, his fingers tightening and then loosening.

 ⠀⠀ It doesn't take long before he's tensing beneath you, teeth finding the curve of your shoulder on instinct as a low, rough groan leaves him, his hips giving small jerks as he rides out his high. Valko's tail tenses for a moment before going right back to wagging— a bit slower now, tired, but delighted nonetheless.

 ⠀⠀ He's whining a little into your skin, licking where he had bitten as if in apology. Valko's grip keeps you seated on his lap and the wetness of his cum staining his sweats— unapologetic and warm.

 ⠀⠀ Even after all that, you can feel that his cock is still half-hard, still eager for anything else you wanted to give him. Still twitching with each deep breath he takes of your scent.

 ⠀⠀ "Good boy, Valko," you murmur into his soft hair, and the sound that escapes him just makes you want to ruin him again.