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“Suuuure.” Caleb gives you a lopsided smile, toying with the cuffs of his uniform. “Well, I’m gonna go change. Be right back.” As he turns around, you grab his hand. His expression turns serious as you avoid his gaze. “Something wrong?”

“Kinda don’t wanna wait for you to change.” You look up at him with overly-round eyes; with just the faintest hint of a pout.

Befuddled, he blinks, mouth agape. “You- oh.” His face brightens. You can see the tiniest hint of red upon his ears. “That’s why you’re up this late, huh?” 

Nodding, you present his hat to him with a knowing smile. Looking down at it, his brows scrunch up in confusion. Your smile grows. “Do you think you can keep it on?”

Caleb looks at you in wonder. “Do… you mean in general, or the whole time?” 

Playing it coy, you pretend to be shocked. “The whole time?”

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, he sighs. “Alright, honey. Gotta use your words now. You have me where you want me. Just tell me what’cha need, yeah?” He puts on his cap with a flourish, tipping it to you.

“That’s no fun,” you grace him with a cheeky grin, “I have to keep you guessing. It’s the only way to keep things interesting.”

Unamused, he crosses his arms. “Well, guessin’ game’s over. By now, I could’ve already changed. So what’s really goin’ on in that beautiful labyrinth of a mind?”

You smile wryly, staying silent. Putting a finger to his lips before he can say anything more, you grasp his wrist, leading him to the over-sized oblong mirror in your bedroom where it’s propped up in the corner. Staring at yourself in the reflection, your breath hitches as Caleb wraps his arms around your waist. A myriad of emotions fills your chest. It’s your first time seeing yourself with him in his uniform, and a heat pools within you as you memorize the image.

Placing his head on your shoulder, Caleb sighs deeply. “You want a mirror tonight? Haven’t tried that before.”

You nod. “Please.”

“Alright then.” Barely containing his excitement, Caleb lets go of your waist to move the mirror against the wardrobe, positioning it in front of the bed. His smile is wide; bright, high-wattage. Knowing. A dash of cheeky. “Lemme go change and I’ll-”

“No!” You grab his arm as he turns. “Why change? It’ll just take more time.”

Caleb smirks, his eyes shimmering with a mischievous glint. “I should probably get cleaned up first…” At your pout, he softly laughs. “I know, I know. I just wanna hear you say it.”

“I want you to wear it.”

“Wear what? My hat?”

“Your uniform.” 

“Soooo… what’s your order in full tonight?” Caleb gives you a wry half-smile. “Go on. Don’t wanna mess it up.”

Sighing crossly, you roll your eyes. “I want you to wear your uniform, and I want to use the mirror. There. Happy?”

“Points deducted for neglecting to state what exactly we’re doing,” at your scowl, he grins. “But I think… I’ll have to take your tall order to-go.”

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt…

Caleb frowns. “Was it really that hard to ask? What’s wrong?”

Contemplating whether to explain, you avert your gaze. “Just worried you would take offense. I know the Fleet can be...”

“I mean…” He tilts his head to you, chestnut hair ruffling with the movement. Reaching to brush his gloved thumb along your lower lip, he studies you curiously. “They’re just clothes, Pips. If you’re into it… nothin’ else really matters.”

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you shrug. “If I had known that…”

Laughing, Caleb’s lips meet yours in a chaste kiss. His hand tenderly cups your face, holding you as if you’re a fragile doll. As you part, you reach for his collar, roughly pulling him back in. You chase his lips, greedy. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to the bed with you.

With fervor, his tongue dances along with yours, and the ache between your thighs begins to drive you. Hips rolling upwards in search of friction, you allow Caleb to pull your wrists above your head with one gloved palm, while he rearranges the pillows behind you with the other. Propped up, you can see his uniform from behind in the mirror, his back shielding you.

“Soooo,” Caleb leans in close to your ear with a hoarse whisper, “what exactly do you like about it?”

You freeze in place. “Um…”

He laughs; soft, with fondness. “Listen, Pips. I’m not gonna judge. Just curious.”

“It just…” You hesitate. “It just looks good on you. I don’t know.”

“No… other reasons?” He pries while kissing your neck, drawing out a low moan from you. “Like maybe… that it makes me seem powerful? Important?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Of course not! It doesn’t make a difference to me.”

“Suuuure about that?”

“Yes. Positive.”

“’Cause I think you’ve got an authority kink.”

“What.” You prop yourself up by the elbows, pushing him off you. “Absolutely not.”

Caleb snorts. “Pips, you give me that look every time I order somebody around. You can’t hide it.”

“That doesn’t prove anything!”

“It sure is convincing evidence.” Gently, he pushes you down by the shoulders, trailing his hands up your arms and interlocking your hands. “Question is, do you want me orderin’ you around?”

Cheeks heating, you kick up at him playfully. “If you want me to beat your ass, sure.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He grins, eyes filled with mirth. Leaning forward, his lips touch your temple, and he plants kisses down, down, down your face in a slow procession. “I love you,” he breathes into your ear, gloved thumb brushing across your knuckles.

“I love you more.” 

“I love you most.”

“Shut up.” You unlink your hands to pull him down by the neck, wrapping your fingers in his hair. He still smells of work; cardamom and metal, the slight taste of lemon upon his tongue. “I need you. Now.”

Caleb’s eyes contain a mischievous glint. The mirror is raised to the ceiling, your bodies now in full view. “Gloves on or off?”

You avert your gaze from him. “On.”

“Fuck,” he whispers with an incredulous look. “How long have you been hidin’ this from me?” 

“Not long enough,” you mutter, “now hurry up.” Impatient, you tug on his sleeve.

As he smirks, one gloved finger slides into your mouth. “Be good.”

Oh.

He knows exactly how you want it, doesn't he?

The finger swirls around, exploring your mouth and tickling your tongue. He frowns with disapproval. “Suck. Now.”

Heat coils within your lower belly at his tone: clipped and stern, laced with the softness of a scoffing teacher. You oblige, suckling on his finger. You make a show of it, swirling your tongue around and reaching for his hand to pull it further inside your mouth.

Staring up at him with half-lidded eyes, his breath hitches when your eyes meet. “Fuck. I can’t- do you even know what you’re doin’ to me?” He removes his finger, gently cradling your face in his hands.

“No, sir.” 

Caleb’s eyes are wide. “You- fuck.” His hips finally lower, his clothed erection grazing your thighs. Your hips involuntarily jerk upwards, core begging for friction. He reaches below the waistband of your sleepwear, parting your folds beneath the clothing, his thumb giving your clit a single teasing flick.

“Please,” you whisper, lust-addled brain unable to focus on anything but the reflection of his uniformed frame towering over you. “Need you, Colonel.”

Nostrils flaring, his eyes are ablaze with a wildness you’ve never seen before. “You think you’re gonna get away with that, huh?” Gloved fingers rub against your lower belly as he lowers your waistband, pulling both your bottoms and your panties off with one smooth motion. “Huh, but you wanna see it, right? Alright. Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Caleb rolls off you to swap your places, and you gasp as he lifts you with his Evol, positioning you upon his thigh as he lays back into the pillows. Moving the mirror to the headboard of the bed, he gestures to his clothed erection. “All yours.”

“You’re not going to-“

“Tell you what to do? Thought you didn’t have an authority kink.”

“You…” Mouth agape, you’re speechless. “But earlier…”

A knowing smile graces his lips. He tilts his head. “Orderin’ off the menu, then? Thought you just wanted the mirror and the uniform?”

You pout at him, opting to doe-eye your way into getting what you want. A flicker of amusement passes upon his features before he pulls your unclothed core to his bulge.

“Rub.”

Giving in to that siren-song of a stern tone, you nod dumbly at him and begin to rub your pussy upon his clothed erection, the sight of you upon him in the mirror spurring you forward. You grip his sides as you slowly slide up and down, your slick coating his pants. “Please, I need you now.”

Undoing his belt, he lifts you with his Evol again, freeing his cock from its confinement. As it springs to life, you claw his arms. You lean forward - then he abruptly turns you around, lines his tip up with your entrance, and ever-so-slowly lowers you onto him. “F-fuck, Pips…” The mirror is swiftly moved to the foot of the bed, and you send a silent thank-you to the universe for blessing Caleb (and thus, you) with such a useful Evol. Moaning as his hips buck up on their own, yours roll back against him. You chase the feeling of fullness, the veins of his cock providing added friction.

Caleb wraps his arms around you as you ride him, staring at your reflection in the mirror with an unreadable expression - full of fondness, full of lust, full of dark tendrils of possession. His hat is slightly askew with your movement, threatening to fall off his head. Waves of pleasure start to overwhelm you as you ride, his gloved hand snaking around to circle your clit. He’s shuddering now, low grunts warning you - he’s close to his release. You know he’s going to finish before you tonight, doubtlessly accompanied by a slew of apologies in the morning. “Inside,” you hardly recognize your own voice, hoarse with desire.

Gripping your hips with both hands, he pistons into you recklessly, giving in to the temptation of coming. “Fuck. Fuck. I can’t stop.”  With that, his warm spend fills you, coating your walls and causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. Circling your clit, you focus on the mirror - only to meet amethyst eyes staring back at you intensely. Holding you close, his hair is sweaty upon his forehead, his hat almost sideways. His tie is loose, his shoulders slack. Chest heaving, he’s still buried inside you, moving your hand away to rapidly circle your clit as you feel the weight of your orgasm crashing down upon you. You’re a mess - spit coating your lower lip, eyes half-lidded in a daze. 

As you feel his arms tighten around you, you sigh at the beautiful disaster in the mirror.

“Christmas card?” You joke, grinning.

He’s tried just about every way to bring it up - asking you if you liked babysitting the neighbor kids when you were younger, showing enthusiasm when you mentioned shopping for baby clothes with a pregnant coworker, subtly hinting every chance he gets…

There’s just no way you don’t understand what he’s implying. Is there?

“I’m not just trying to make you feel better. I mean it. You’ve never looked better.”

“Now that’s just a lie.” You purse your lips at him, pulling your sweatshirt off. “You’re just buttering me up. I’m not really in the mood now.”

Caleb hesitates, mulling over his response. “Look,” he settles for honesty, “I genuinely think that, but I don’t want you to think you’re not perfect either way, because you are. I love you no matter what.”

“But you don’t want to fuck me anymore. I get it. I’m going to see somebody about-”

“What.” Caleb’s brain freezes entirely.

“Yeah.” You open your shared closet doors with extra force, causing them to rattle. “That’s what I thought.”

Mouth agape, he blinks. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What did you just say?” His knuckles are white from how hard he grips the door. Shaking his head as if to clear it, he moves behind you until his mouth is level with your ear and his arms are snaking around your body. “I’ve never wanted you more.”

You snort. “Prove it.”

Caleb breathes deeply through his nose, resting his forehead on your shoulder with closed eyes. “I can’t do that right now.”

“Then you’re a liar.”

“Noooo, I just need to talk to you about it first.”

Turning to face him, your face is puzzled, skeptical. “What do you mean?”

Opening his eyes, he clears his throat. “Y’know how I asked the other day if you’d hate stayin’ home all the time?”

“Y….es? We went over this? And?”

“What about for at least nine months, and then some?”

You pause, cogwheels turning in your mind. “You can’t be serious.”

Caleb looks like he’s been punched in the face.

“Is that why you’ve been holding back, all this time?” You blink back tears that threaten your vision.

“I… have?”

“Of course you have!” Snapping back, you can’t help but to coat your words with venom as you pull down one of his sweaters hanging on the rack. “You barely fuck me anymore, and when you do, I can tell you don’t want me like you used to.”

“What.” Caleb is dumbfounded, his expression blank.

“Is that all you can say?” Frowning, you feel the dam break, and tears start to pool.

Swallowing down his frustration, he holds back. He wants to be daring, to kiss you with fervor - but he knows it’s not what you need.

Caleb knows you need the truth. All of it. “Listen to me. Please.”

You nod slowly, reluctantly.

“I didn’t know I was holdin’ back. I’m sorry.” As he pauses, you open your mouth to say something, but he stops you with his palm. “It’s been hard to deal with this… instinct that I have, lately. I just wanna come inside you so badly, it hurts. And I know I’m so close to accidentally doing it.”

“Why didn’t you just ask? Have you been feeling this way all this time?” Voice slightly muffled by his hand, you look at him in confusion. “I can just go on the pill?”

“Thing is, I…” He swallows, trailing off as he lowers his hand. “Never mind.”

You look at him like he’s the biggest idiot in the universe, and he braces for impact. It doesn’t come. Instead, you furrow a brow at him.

“Why can’t we just… be safe about it? Until we’re ready.”

“That’s just it.” With a sheepish smile, Caleb rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve... been ready.”

“You…” Eyes widening, you cover your mouth. “Oh. That’s why you asked me about when I was a babysitter? And why… oh. I…” You place your hands upon your hips. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Was plannin’ on it.” He sighs, kissing the dampness on your cheeks and wiping your undereyes. “Just… didn’t know you felt that way. About our sex life.” Placing his hands on your shoulders, he looks at you seriously. “I promise I’ll make up for it, princess.”

“Well, if you didn’t even realize… I can understand why you’d naturally hold back like that, if… but… are you sure you actually want children, and it’s not some sort of… kink?”

Brows raising in surprise, Caleb pulls away. “That’s a thing?”

“If it isn’t, it might be now.”

“Then I would say…” He raises his hand to his chin, contemplating. “If so, it’s… both.”

“What prompted this, anyway?”

Caleb blinks, that look on his face. The one he has when he doesn’t want to tell you something - eyes wide, jaw slack, brows pinched together.

You frown. “Just tell me.”

“Your body.”

“What?”

“Your body is perfect.” He avoids your gaze. “It’s the sexiest thing in the world to me. I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re sculpted like a goddess. And… I can’t get enough.”

“Then why haven’t you been… I don’t understand, why don’t you touch me the same?”

“I didn’t realize I wasn’t.” Face flushing, he looks at anything but you. “Think, uh… might be that it’s… too much excitement at once, I mean.”

“Well, I’m glad that my husband is an idiot.”

Caleb clears his throat. “Then… what do you think of…” He gestures vaguely. “What I just said?”

“The part where you think I’m so hot you apparently can’t last if you touch me?”

“There’s my Pips.” He smiles, relieved. “You know what I’m askin’ you.”

Staring at the floor, you’re almost solemn, deep in thought.

“Hey. You don’t have to give an answer right away. In fact, that’d probably be best. We should think about it together. But what do you think abo-”

“Save it.” You raise a hand to cut him off, knowing his babbling won’t stop otherwise. “Like I said, we can just be safe about it until we figure it out. And… you can just… pretend, for now? I guess?”

“Pre…tend…?” Caleb ponders the idea, excitement bubbling inside and trailing down to his cock. “I think I like the sound of that, Pips.”

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Calloused hands roam your body and reach to grip your love handles.

“You can be rougher, you know…”

“Don’t wanna hurt’cha,” Caleb sighs into your neck, squeezing your sides a little tighter to honor your request. “Promise you’ll tell me if it does?”

“It won’t. I’m more, um… cushiony? I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Caleb blinks, suddenly pulling back. “Wait. Is that why it’s been feeling different?”

“That might be part of it?” You shrug, smiling warmly. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“How…” He swallows. “How rough do you want it?”

You pretend to contemplate. “Whatever level you think is too much would probably be perfect. Give in to the instinct. Just…”

“Just…?”

“Just use me.”

“Fuck.” He whispers the vulgarity like an incantation across your chest, sighing as he unhooks your bra. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

“How about a safeword?”

“Y-yeah.” Staring eagerly down at your chest, Caleb tries to focus. Tries. “Probably for the best. Do you know what you want it to be?”

“Since it started this whole thing… how about… ‘sweatshirt?’”

“Sure,” he leans down to plant a kiss on your cheek, “can I keep going now?”

“You were the one who was worried!” You playfully slap his side, then pull him to eye level, kissing him with fervor. As your lips clash, your hands roam his arms, squeezing as you see fit. “Mmm… I’m not the only one who’s been filling out.”

“Please, Pips,” Caleb touches your forehead to his with a cocky grin, “continue.”

You kiss his ear, his neck, suck on his Adam’s apple for much too long to claim your territory. Caleb caresses your curves with a reverence that is religious in nature; a worship, a sculpting. A man starved, depriving himself of your body for so long that the feast in front of him is almost too rich to take, a sweet sickness he can only describe as love.

But that cannot be enough of a word tonight, as he sucks on your nipples, as he snakes his arms around your body and pulls it flush to his; as he kisses your forehead, hardened member dragging across your belly. No, tonight is different. The stage is set. Caleb will have more than love.

As he leans back, he pulls you atop himself - a position you haven’t explored in ages. “Caleb…” you hesitate. “You know I-”

“Trust me,” Caleb smiles, interrupting you again as you open your mouth to argue, “just indulge me, princess. If you hate this, we’ll never do it again. Promise.” He links his pinky to yours, and the nostalgia hits you harder than ever; swinging on a playground in the summertime humidity with popsicle-stained lips and scrapes on your knees that Caleb bandaged with a toothy smile. You link pinkies, kept promises.

Sighing, you shake your head at him - but align your core with his weeping member anyway. “Ok,” it comes out as a hoarse whisper. You roll your hips experimentally, and he groans, loud and guttural; it’s surprising just how hard he is, precome already beading at his tip.

Careful not to put too much of your weight upon him, you begin to hold yourself up by the knees - and you suddenly feel the weight of the world upon your shoulders, forcing your body all the way down, pressed against his. “Caleb!”

“What?” He’s got that smirk on his face, the one you could slap off of him. “Just want my wife to relax. Is that so bad?” Fuming, you try to lift yourself, only successfully raising your torso. Your hips are glued. He raises them only to enter you, slow as molasses. Wet as you are, it’s a task that is surprisingly easy tonight. As you moan from the welcome intrusion, he raises a brow, frowning. “It was that bad before, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say it was bad,” you remark, a little offended, “just… not like this.” Caleb releases gravity’s hold on you, and you’re free to raise your hips on your own, slamming them back down in revenge.

"Ha-ah, fuck." his body lurches in response, eager for friction. As you move up and down, you flush as your belly and breasts move lazily with the motion.

He’s utterly mesmerized by you, lilac eyes glimmering in the low lamplight. “Can I…”

“Whatever you’re going to ask, yes, you idiot. Yes.” Panting from your movement, rolling your hips atop him, your hoarse moans fill the room. Caleb reaches for your sides, your belly, your thighs, everywhere, squeezing desperately as if you’ll disappear in front of him.

“F-fuck, you’re so soft.” His touch becomes rougher and rougher, kneading your skin like dough in his fingers. “Need to feel you everywhere… unngh.” Overwhelmed, he slows you down - only to groan as you squeeze around him with a foxlike smile.

Moaning your name, he pistons into you with a newfound fire, chasing his release already, the thought of finally coming inside you driving him mad. “Gonna p-put my baby inside you,” fever rising, he harshly grips your love handles, your cries only speeding his movement. "Gonna have my come dripping out of you."

“Please, Caleb.” You’re a mess, drool pooling on the corner of your mouth, “need you to… to c-come inside me.”

“Never gonna stop.” He croaks, desperation rising as he thrusts into you with a wildness you’ve never seen before, so rough your body is shaking. “We’ll have more and more. Never using a rubber ever again. Fuck.” You’ve never felt so full as he releases inside you, the liquid coating his cock and painting your walls with its warmth.

As he thumbs your clit, you’re close to reaching your peak, clenching around him as if you could lock him inside you forever. You cry out as your orgasm takes hold, Caleb’s thick cock pulsing inside you, and you see stars as he furiously circles your bud.

Trembling, sweat glistening upon your skin, you’ve never felt more powerful in your body as it burns from overexertion and rests upon Caleb’s chest. He caresses you with a wistful look in his eye, one you know only means trouble. “Soooo… how long will we ‘play pretend?’”

“Tara and I are going to check out baby clothes tomorrow.”

“Annnnd?”

You smack him playfully. “You’re too pretty to be this dumb.”

Smiling, you intertwine your fingers with his. "That sounds impossible."

"It technically is, depending on who you ask. But there's always more to know, right?" Caleb pulls your joined hands to his lips to plant a kiss upon yours; his lips overly wet, his warm gaze never parting from you. Palms together in a warm embrace, you tightly squeeze.

"Of course." You adjust your legs, thigh slightly grazing over his member. His breath hitches. A wry smile accompanies you as you move to straddle him – again.

With you atop him, time seems to pause. Caleb slides a hand down your waist slowly, gingerly; as if you could disappear at any moment. A bit of saliva dribbles down his lower lip. You lean forward to catch it, and he seems to make a decision, brows furrowing. He grasps your hips with large calloused hands, flipping you onto the bed below him, cradling your head with one hand so as not to allow the impact to hurt you. “Then… have you heard of the uncertainty principle?”

Startled by the sudden movement, you blink dumbly up at him. You shake your head.

Caleb’s smug, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. “Well…” He lifts a finger to your chin, lilac eyes locked on yours. Leaning further in, pressing you down into the mattress, he whispers in your ear: “There’s a limit to the precision of calculating some pairs of physical properties: for example, both the position-” He parts your thighs for the fourth time tonight, moving to align your core to him. “And momentum-” Slow as molasses, his body rolls atop yours, and you shiver with the friction of his cock rubbing against your folds. “Of a particle, simultaneously.”

“You’re pushing your luck, you know,” you sigh, mockingly forlorn.

“Always.” Caleb smirks. The coolness of his dangling necklace grazes your left breast, causing you to gasp. His lips catch yours; tongue and teeth, eager and wanting. Saliva trails from his mouth as you part, falling onto your chest in small strings.

Fingers sliding down your folds, he toys with your thrice-filled entrance. “Wanna hear about the double slit experiment?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh?” Caleb quirks a brow. “You wanna hear about quantum tunneling, then.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully, unable to mask your smile. Leaning in to press your bodies together as one, he lines his member up with your entrance, the tip grazing your slit. Wrapping your legs around him loosely, you stare up at him with half-lidded eyes; batting your eyelashes slowly, the way he likes.

As he enters you, you’re fully relaxed, taking his large girth in with no qualms; only a deep breath escaping your lips. “Fuck. Took me so easily. Guess you secretly like learning from me, huh?”

Sighing with contentment as he begins to rock into you, you wrap your arms around his neck, leaving more claw-marks upon his skin along the way. “May I remind you: this is the fourth time tonight.”

“And?” Caleb pulls away from you slightly, planting a kiss upon your forehead. He runs his hand over your hair. “How ‘bout we make it five?”

“Focus.” You smack his arm lightly with a foxlike smile.

“Ahhhh. I see, I see. Six, then.”

Pulling him down to you, his ear meets your lips. “Seven,” you whisper, lips grazing its shell. His body shudders. As he begins sliding in and out with a harsh quickness, you grab onto his back with soft fingers, clinging for dear life. “Caleb!” You gasp, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. His moans are guttural and hoarse, throat still raw.

Gripping your hips with a vicious need, he pounds into you with reckless abandon. Your eyes roll back as you give in to your lust-addled daze, allowing it to envelop your mind entirely and overpower any contrarian thought. Slowing down, he sneaks his hand to your clit, circling the sensitive bud with rough fingers.

“I c-can’t,” you whine, raspy voice reverberating throughout the bedroom. “I need you.”

Caleb snorts fondly. “Need you more, baby.” He groans as you clench around him, causing a hiccup in his movement. “Fuck, I know. Gonna give you everything you want. I promise.”

He curves up into just the right area.

Mouth agape, you moan wantonly into his ear, the sound spurring Caleb on further. “There, fuck. Told you I would find it again, yeah?” Slowing down to savor every moment after reaching your sweet spot, he’s sure to tap harshly at the end of each thrust, causing you to whine far too loudly. Overstimulated, you bite down onto his neck, and he groans huskily, picking up the pace again. “Gonna… gonna have to make it at least eight.” He pushes into you without missing a beat. “Nine.” You scratch at his back with a vengeance as he counts. “Ten.”

You recall the image you had burned into your mind earlier – Caleb’s tongue lapping circles around your clit, his fingers pistoning into you, curling perfectly. His hair slightly dampened from sweat, his cheeks partially coated in your slick. You clench around him at the thought, and he releases a melody of moans in response.

Chasing his release, Caleb pushes your legs up further. The slight sting of overexertion is a welcome friction alongside the buttery movement inside you, your slick coating his cock. “M’gonna inside, okay?” You wrap your legs tightly around him, constricting, clenching as you feel an anticipating heat pool into your lower stomach. “Fuck.” 

As he comes undone, his spend paints your walls and fills you with a warmth that makes you feel whole. Removing himself from you reluctantly, he admires the way it escapes your cunt in a small river of white drips, his primal urge to claim you overpowering his senses.

Softly gasping for air, you turn to tousle Caleb’s hair as he flops down on the bed next to you. With dexterous fingers you soothe him, rubbing his head and neck. Sighing dreamily, he grasps your hand in his to kiss your fingers, one by one. You smile wryly. “So, what was that about… um, tangle-ment?” 

"Wantchuu," you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to touch foreheads. You back away. "Wait. I’ve gotta pee." You push your leg against his to shoo him away, but he doesn’t budge.

"Lemme finish taking your makeup off." Caleb's breathing is shallow and heavy with tension.

"Noooo, like now." As you rise to move away, you feel the weight of gravity upon your hips, keeping you glued to your perch upon the toilet seat. "Wha-"

"Hold it for me." Brows pinched together, his gaze is dark.

"What’cha mean? Itsh only gonna take a second."

"Annnnd it’s only gonna take a second for me to get your makeup off. Wait. I know you can."

You squirm, uncomfortable with the building pressure in your bladder. "Okay then."

Caleb continues, grabbing a washcloth. You whimper at the noise of the water running in the sink, the dripping when it slows causing you to squeeze your thighs together. It doesn't escape his notice. "Impatient?"

"Hardly." Stubborn as ever, you refuse to let him win now. As he wipes the foundation from your face, he grazes your nose - and you sneeze, feeling a bit of warmth trickle out into your panties. "O-oh. No, Caleb. I have to go now."

With a small smile, Caleb wrings out the washcloth. You feel the weight of gravity upon your body, keeping you in place. "No-can-do, princess. Think I'm gonna lift the lid for ya, though."

"What?" You stare at him, incredulous. "Why?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because there'ss no reashon to!"

"Are you saying you can't hold it, then?"

You grit your teeth, resolve unwavering. "Fine."

He allows you to stand again as he lifts the lid, and you sit back down. A shudder goes down your spine as you struggle not to let any liquid escape you, the feeling of being ready if your bottoms weren't on overwhelming your senses. As his eyes glint with something dark and mischievous, it dawns on you then - he wants you to lose control.

You won't let him win.

"Caleb."

"Yeah?" He avoids your gaze, watching your leg rapidly bouncing under you.

"My makeup is off now."

As he opens a drawer to grab your exfoliant, he grins. "Yeah, but we haven't done your skincare routine yet."

A small groan of irritation escapes your lips. Of course he would make you wait longer. His hands meet your thighs, parting them slowly. "Gotta make room for me, yeah? Need to make sure I'm applying everything… precisely." Your legs bounce and waver as you whine, unable to form words for a moment as an urgent wave passes through you.

"Caleb, please."

"You can go any time. I'm not stoppin' you." With cold foam glazed upon his fingers, he begins lathering your face.

"Yes you are, you're using your Evol! I can't get up!" Your frustration is sobering you up quickly.

"And does that stop you from going?"

You look at him in horror, then narrow your eyes at him. "I'm not letting you win."

"Good." Caleb grabs a fresh cloth to wipe your face, slow as molasses, in tiny swirls. His breath tickles your ears, his torso dangerously close to your core; a warm presence between your thighs making it harder not to let go. Squirming even more now, you gasp as he holds your legs still. "Just the lotion now, yeah? Then we're done."

Rolling your eyes at his blatant dishonesty, you comply - not that you really have a choice, as the weight of his Evol upon you has you feeling like a puppet on a string. "And then what?"

Caleb smiles. "You'll see."

Smothering your face in lotion with his palms, he smushes your cheeks for good measure. You can't help it - you giggle.

You didn't realize that would be so dangerous.

A spurt comes out without warning from just your tiny laugh, and you would close your legs instantly… if you could. Desperately shaking, you send a silent prayer to whatever deity that you will not wet yourself in front of Caleb.

He shoots you a knowing look, palming your inner thigh. "Think I'm gonna check to see who won."

"Wh-"

Pulling down your shorts, Caleb hums in approval at the wetness of your panties, far too damp to be your slick. "Looks like you couldn't hold it. Shame." As he moves backwards, he leans down, bringing his face between your thighs. Doesn't seem like a shame at all... You roll your eyes. Before you can protest, his tongue licks a large line up the cloth covering your core, circling your clit through your panties.

Against your will, you feel another bit of liquid leak from you. His breath is hot against your pussy through the fabric as he inhales, nosing your clit, and your body trembles. "N-no, stop. I can't hold it when you-"

"Yeah?" Caleb backs away and stands, watching you squirm with his arms folded. "Then go."

Feeling the weight of his Evol again, you hiss in frustration. "Let me up first! I can't move!"

"Alright then."

Lifting you in his arms, you throw a plethora of insults at him as he walks to the bedroom, leaning back in the bed and setting you upon his lap. Your legs are weighed down heavily, but the rest of you is free, and you use the opportunity to pinch his cheeks in anger. "Why are you being such a weirdo today? And you didn't win, by the way. I still have to go, so let. Me. Go."

With an amused look, Caleb eyes your ever-moving form as it wriggles within his grasp. Your wet panties grind down upon the crotch of his jeans as you struggle to avoid the friction. He chases it. "Preeeetty sure I did."

"Yeah, but why do you even want to- oh." You gasp as he pushes down on your bladder with his palm. "Why- I c-can't…"

Caleb's lust-addled eyes trail down to where your bodies meet as another warm spurt is accidentally released from you. It trickles down… down… down… and doesn't stop. His eyes widen as realizes you're finally wetting yourself, and you're atop him doing so, the liquid slowly pooling between you and cascading down his thighs. You moan in unison, and you're slowly rolling your hips against him as you whimper from the strength of the stream. Feeling his cock harden further in response underneath his jeans, you rub yourself upon him recklessly. "F-fuck," he whispers, incredulous. "So bad. Thought you'd be a good girl for me, yeah?"

All you can do is sigh in relief as you continue to wet, your pee soaking his jeans, his boxers, the sheets, everything. A fountain never-ending, you grind against his crotch with a head full of air, so full of relief you cannot feel anything else. "P-please…"

Caleb pulls down his bottoms and moves your panties to the side, letting your liquid hit his cock directly. His guttural groans echo in the bedroom as he rubs his length against your folds, your nectar pooling around his base.

As you finally finish with a tiny trickle, a wave of confusion hits you. "What even just happened?"

"I won." He states simply, as if you didn't just wet yourself atop him. You playfully swat Caleb's arm, and he laughs, pulling you down closer to him. "Think we can, uh…" Gesturing vaguely, his eyes flit down to where your bodies meet.

“Nope,” you mutter crossly into your journal from your perch on one of the island counter chairs. Other than the overhead kitchen lights, Caleb’s apartment is dimly lit; only a few lamps provide a soft glow in golden hues. The pitter-patter of raindrops painting the windows compliments the sleep-inducing ambiance in perfect harmony.

Caleb has been increasingly distant the past few months. This is the first time you’ve been able to visit him in what feels like ages, and you swear you physically feel the cobwebs and dust coating your every conversation. Vignettes of your past litter the back of your mind – a resounding echo of what once was.

‘It’s square one all over again.’ You start to write again, spurred on by the tiny butterflies dancing in your chest, taking your breath away. ‘I’m just not sure how he feels.’ Without realizing it, you mumble the last few words out loud.

“Huh?” Caleb turns around again, sharply quirking a brow. “How who feels?”

Oops.

“Not important,” you roll your eyes. “Just thinking out loud.”

“Sounds more like you’re writin’ something serious." His expression darkens, a slight scowl present, before he turns around again in an attempt to hide it. “I won’t interrupt.” Caleb waves his spatula in a mock salute. The cactus-coated tone of his voice and the rigid way he shrugs his shoulders betrays his faux nonchalance entirely.

You snap your journal shut in exasperation. The rainfall only grows louder in response as it splatters against the windows. Staring outside at the gray storm clouds whipping up a whirlwind that threatens to conquer the skies, you sigh. It’s as if nature herself understands, passing you crumpled notes in the classroom.

“Done.” Caleb announces, wiping his hands with a kitchen cloth. “Ready to eat whenever.” He’s stone cold, avoiding your gaze entirely. 

You want to say something, opening your mouth, but no words come. Folding your arms around your waist, you walk into the kitchen. Your knitted cardigan – the one Caleb made for you when you complained of the cold in Skyhaven – hugs you with a comforting warmth as you move to stand in front of him. You’re frozen now in his presence, entirely spurred on by your desire to unravel the confusing threads of your current relationship – status: unknown.

After a moment, he looks back at you. You’re met with lilac eyes that hold a somber depth you dare not explore, dark caverns of lavender sprigs with defensive brambles and thorns. A tattered page of your journal will lament how they haunt you.

Caleb breathes in deeply. His body shudders when he exhales. Without a word, he turns to grab the plates from the cupboard. You reach to grasp his arm and stop him halfway, goosebumps appearing where you touch. “Not really fair for you to set the table, too.”

He shrugs, giving you a lopsided smile. It’s tainted with an underlying somberness; a silent resignation. Closer to him now, you can see how exhausted he looks. His undereyes are more sunken than usual; veins peeking out, a small jungle of azures and violets. Frowning, you accept the plates he hands you, and he moves to scoop his masterpiece into a serving bowl.

“Funny how we set the table still, just for the two of us,” you force an awkward smile, “guess gran really had a lasting impact, huh?”

Caleb freezes in place for a moment, then scoffs. “‘Course we gotta set it. Even if it’s just us.”

As if burnt, you wince at his scathing tone. “I guess.”

When he glances over at you again, he does a double take at your downcast expression. A fork clatters to the floor as he presses both palms against the counter, brows furrowed. “What’s up? Seriously, Pips. I’m tearin’ my hair out.”

“What?” Your mouth is agape.

“You’ve been absent for months.”

Huh?

“I’ve been… m-me?” Stuttering slightly in shock, your hand firmly grips the marble counter’s edge. “You’re the one who’s been M.I.A. lately. What’ve you been doing?” Your lip juts out, defiant.

The unspoken accusation paints a dumbfounded expression upon Caleb’s face. He looks at you incredulously. “You…” He breathes out a tiny laugh, chestnut hair ruffling as he shakes his head. “You think I’ve been doing something I don’t wanna tell you about, huh?”

You nod.

“Well, you’re partially right,” he leans against the counter, shoulders slightly hunched. “It’s nothin’ like that, though.”

“Like what?” Anxiety curls around your ankles and up your spine like tendrils, thorns digging into your skin relentlessly.

Caleb glares, gaze dark and wary. “Don’t.”

“Why?” You almost whine it out, your vexation gripping onto your every word with an underlying fire. You argue, the endless dance of the wolf and fox, deep forest undergrowth torn from treading through in loops. Again and again, back to square one. 

Stop telling me no.

“Where have you been?” He folds his arms. “Been seeing the doctor a lot?”

Your mouth drops.

“Yeah. Thought so.” Caleb turns to forcefully open the drawer and pulls out utensils, and they clatter with the action. He snatches the fork that fell onto the floor earlier and throws it into the sink unceremoniously, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands. He literally just washed them…

“Caleb.”

He pauses.

“I’ve been overly anxious.” Because I keep thinking I’m losing you. Idiot.

Rising from where he was hunched over the sink, Caleb sighs through his nose. Confusion is written across his features. He nods. “You… wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t really want to, to be honest,” at his sour expression, you continue. “But I probably should. That’s why I’ve been seeing Zayne more. He thinks I should take something for it, and see a specialist, but I worry it’ll affect my work.” Night jasmines and frosted hands draw tender circles upon your broken heart, apprehension making way for peace. “He’s… a good listener.”

Caleb’s gaze holds an unknown murky depth. “I’m a good listener, too.”

Your breath hitches. He has that tar-pit look in his eyes, again – the one he uses when things aren’t going his way. The lavender fields burnt to ashes, sunsets clouded by thunderstorms. A constant companion throughout your lives, but when used in this regard, it leads to a chill of unease rolling up your spine. Jagged amethysts stare daggers back at you. A strange part of you inside is kindled by it. 

“I know.” Your voice is almost a whisper.

After a long moment, Caleb looks in every direction, then rubs the back of his neck; a nervous habit. He clears his throat. “Well. Probably should eat before it gets cold.”

You nod in agreement.

Dinner is a solemn event. Outside, the enraged winds howl in a high-pitched whistle. The sound of your fork scraping the plate can hardly be heard. “It’s really, really good.” Finally breaking the silence, you finish off the last few bites with a small flourish, forcing another smile.

Caleb’s eyes flit up, uninterested. “Glad you like it.” He’s prodding his food absentmindedly, not taking a single bite.

“You’ve… been working a lot the past few months, haven’t you?” You pieced the puzzle together earlier.

He breathes in deeply, chin lifting to stare at the wall. You’re walking on eggshells.

“Yeah.” 

“What’s that about?” Scooping out more pasta from the serving bowl, you can’t help but to pry. A noodle falls on the table, sauce splattering upon it into tiny specks, and you huff indignantly as you clean it up. 

Caleb shoots you a warning glance – though his gaze softens as you take another bite, suckling the sauce on the fork with the intention to disarm him. “You know if I could tell you, I would.”

You hesitate, fork resting against your lower lip. “Promise it’s work?”

He furrows a brow at that. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t be serious.” Not even entertaining the notion, he takes a stab at his pasta. “What else would it be.”

A sudden crack of lightning causes you to jump up in your seat. On edge, you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Caleb is unphased, likely used to it. Giving you a sympathetic look, his brows pinch together in worry.

“I'm fine,” you shake your head, “it’s just… louder than usual.”

“Yeah. Up here it gets wild out there.” Finally, after a long time of toying with his food, he takes a bite. You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t realize you were holding. “Luckily, the infrastructure accounts for it.”

“Why is it bothering you that I’m still friends with Zayne?” You blurt out without thinking. Ugh. He just started eating, too.

He sets his fork down after a brief pause. “I didn’t say it bothers me.”

“It’s pretty obvious.”

“Are you trying to make me jealous, or what?” Caleb leans back in his chair, arms folded. His leg shakes impatiently underneath the table, bouncing incessantly. “You haven’t been around. ‘Course I’m gonna assume.”

“I was waiting for you to text me.” You frown. “Usually, you’d say something. But you didn’t.”

Caleb shakes his head, eyes violet pools of distrust. “You kept leavin’ me on read.”

What? The chair screeches slightly as you rise to fish your phone from your coat pocket. You feel your heart racing, the pitter-patter of rabbit feet.

After pulling it from his pocket, his phone is carelessly dropped on the table with a small thud. “See for yourself.” You rush to his side to look. He’s right… An overwhelming amount of messages were sent to you the past few months with no reply.

fleet’s been quiet lately, no patrol missions.

how’s it going on your end wanna go for a ride together?

looks like Linkon’s been a bit unstable lately.

if you run into trouble don’t hesitate to ask me.

i checked no Wanderers detected near Linkon recently.

sooo where’d you disappear to all day been busy with something else?

when we were kids every time you vanished i could always find you at our secret base.

it should be the same this time right XD

checked every secret base and still couldn’t find you.

first time ever i lost at hide-and-seek :( 

or have you found a new secret base?

woke up from a dream saw the living room light still on thought you’d come back.

then i remembered it’s the light i left on for you so you wouldn’t come home to darkness.

...where are you.

got ambushed by Wanderers on my return flight last night it was critical.

but for some reason i felt a bit glad.

when you’re not here battle’s the only time i feel like my heart’s still beating.

what kind of secret base could keep you away for so long....even to the point of forgetting to come home.

when you’re back take me there too :)

I’ve exceeded the safe flying time limit and got forced into a break :(

so now even the one thing that could fill the emptiness is off the table.

maybe it’s for the best this way I’ll stay home all day and the moment you open the door you’ll see me here.

Warmth wells up inside your chest, burning viciously, threatening to leave you in cinders. A rollercoaster of emotions takes over. You feel the weight of your anxiety the past few months pulling your heart down, crushing you entirely. “I…” Another part of you is relieved, almost comforted by the distraught tone of his messages. You attempt to silence the dark part of you that pines for his constant attention, the unchecked desire for the sun to shine upon you alone, to no avail.

“Well, it’s obvious something's wrong with your phone.” Caleb looks considerably calmer now, hand outstretched. “Want me to fix it?”

You hesitate. It doesn’t escape his notice. He quirks a brow expectantly, and you reluctantly hand it over. He unlocks it with ease, having memorized your passcode ages ago. “Have you been charging it next to your hunting watch, by chance?”

“Usually, why?”

“Might be messin’ with the signal.” He parses through a few prompts in the settings section. “Doesn’t explain why they wouldn’t show up later though. Everything seems to be fine.”

“Maybe your phone isn’t sending them?” You fidget, pulling on the sleeves of your cardigan.

“By now it would’ve been obvious, work would have me thrown off a ledge for not responding.” Caleb frowns, handing your phone back to you. “Other than talkin’ to the carrier, looks like there’s nothing we can do if it’s yours.”

“I’ll do that tomorrow, then. I can’t afford to have my phone messed up either.”

There’s an awkward pause as you sit back down, swiftly checking your phone to see where he left off. It’s on the home screen. Phew. You don’t want him to discover how anxious you’ve been without him, conversations with Zayne and Tara leaving an imprint in the back of your mind.

“How…” Reluctantly, you decide to ask outright. “How did you know I’ve been seeing Zayne a lot?”

Caleb doesn’t meet your gaze, arms folded. He stares at the wall with a scowl. “Lucky guess.”

You don’t buy it, but you know he’ll never admit to it.

Caleb is a shadow in the night, a snake slithering through your garden. Somehow he always knows where you are, who you’re with, what you’ve been up to. It was never so obvious when you were younger; in fact, it felt like a boon. When someone picked on you, he took care of it. When you were lost, he would find you. Always.

You can’t decide how to feel about it, the concoction of emotions stewing within the pit of your stomach. The confusing feelings envelop you in a shroud of dark disorientation. Guilt claws at your throat as the notion of pressing him further crosses your mind. You give in.

“You always have to find out everything on your own,” it comes out as a whisper, “why not just ask me? I’ll tell you. I’m not hiding anything from you.”

Caleb leans forward in his seat, jaw clenched. His lilac eyes are firebrands. “You wanna know how many things you don’t tell me? I can’t even count them on one hand.”

“Maybe to me they’re just mundane and normal things.”

“Don’t think it’s really normal to treat your doctor like he’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s not– why are you being like this?”

Arguing with Caleb was nothing new, especially after his brush with death. Something about this is different. The wild look in his eyes, the dark circles underneath that tell the story of how he’s truly been feeling the past few months… before this hiccup, you were closer than ever. Now? The castle walls are crumbling around you.

“I know you’ve been going out with him,” his voice is in a perplexing state, trembling with every word. Coming undone, unraveling at the seams. “All different restaurants, walks in the park. I’m sure it’s strictly medical though, right?”

Something previously ignored rises to the surface now, a forbidden feeling you had locked away. It slithers up your legs and around your stomach; a welcome heat. Somehow, you feel the cruel weight of your anxiety lift with every word, your fear of losing him subsiding. As the wolf circles, the fox’s smile widens; letting her teeth show, eyes ablaze with delight.

Caleb’s eyes search yours in confusion as he rises, leaning forward to cup your chin, deft fingers trailing down your jawline. "Why're you smilin' like that?"

"I'm not." Your eyes betray you.

Unamused, he moves in closer. You feel his breath tickling your cheek with every uncanny word. "Maybe you should stay here for a while." 

The unspoken intention seems to thrill you further.

"Maybe I should."

Caleb's brows raise, his mauve eyes darting around wildly. "You're not even gonna fight it?" His voice is gravelled and low; the exact cadence that weakens your resolve. He knows it, a dance carefully navigated; a curtsy before the line is just barely crossed.

You shake your head. "You're not going back to the Fleet, either."

Snorting softly at that, Caleb moves to touch his forehead to yours. His slightly-chapped lips graze your nose as he levels your gaze to his. As his calloused hand runs down your neck, you shiver with anticipation. 

He pulls away from you, restraint unmatched.

Not today.

You push him down into his chair and kneel before him without a second thought.

Caleb is completely dumbfounded by it, at first. “Wh-” Blinking, he licks his lower lip, brow furrowed. “Seriously? Are you tryin’ to apologize? Save it. I don’t need your pity-” his voice trails off completely as you scoot closer to him. Nuzzling his thigh, your makeup transferring onto his pantleg, you breathe dangerously close to where he longs for you to be. “Fuck.”

The fox has the upper hand now.

You look up at him, batting your eyelashes. Dragging your hand up from his ankle, onto his thigh, you arrive just a sliver away from the tent that’s rapidly forming in his pants. Rubbing circles there, you wait for his approval. Caleb’s confusion subsides, replaced by something akin to… remorse?

Murmuring your name, he shakes his head, eyes lost. For once, you’ve caught him.

Nosing where his hardening cock lay underneath his trousers, you inhale deeply. He shudders. Once again, you’re looking up at him – eyes glazed over, waiting, wanting. “If I told you it wasn’t pity, would you believe me?” You whisper the incantation upon the fabric. He’s desperate to receive your touch underneath, jerking forward unwillfully.

“You…” Caleb shakes his head, then reaches for yours, running his fingers over your hair. His plum eyes are soft and melancholy, almost wistful. He looks at you like he’s trapped in a reverie, his thumb running down your jaw and tilting your chin. Resolute, he laments: “Fuck. I can’t… I can’t stop this now, can I?”

“You may try.”

Caleb snorts at that, dismissive. Guiding your head inwards, he starts to fiddle with his belt, his fingernails digging into the leather. You stop him, fingers overlapping his. Puzzled, he looks at you in confusion, dejected. “No? So you’re not…”

“Not what?” With a coy smile, you give where his cock is straining against his pants an experimental lick, long… and… languid.

“F-fuck.” He stares down at you in disbelief, his ears beginning to flush, mouth agape. “Please, baby. I need you. Now.” Pawing at his belt, you elect to ignore his plea and decide instead to attempt to use your mouth – unsuccessfully, much to your delight. With the leather between your teeth you diligently tug it from the loop, and when he impatiently raises his hands to help, you pull his wrists down to his sides. “Really?” He’s almost pouting. You glare at him in warning, eyes ablaze.

Your nose grazes his clothed member, his body responding in turn with a lapse in function. Somehow you manage to remove it, and it falls to the floor with a soft clink of the metal clasp. The button is simple, coming undone easily – to your dismay. Oh, how you long to torture the man, planting a kiss upon his navel for good measure. His breath hitches as he sucks in his belly involuntarily. You softly laugh at his lucky ‘misfortune.’

Obedient to a fault, Caleb raises his hips to allow you to tug his pants off. You’re only slightly surprised to see a small dot of dampness where he strains against his gray boxer briefs, your cheeky smile not lost on him. “Yeah, yeah. Gloat all you want, but if you keep this up, it’ll be over before you even get to it.”

You quirk a brow at him, batting your eyelashes innocently. “Keep what up?” Before he can reply, you plant a kiss upon the damp fabric where you know his tip rests underneath. His hips jerk upwards, and your chin bumps into his thigh. In his desperation, he pulls down his underwear. His cock springs to life against your cheek. “So impatient,” you chide.

Caleb cups your face with both hands, his eyes overly round and pleading. “Please. I can’t fucking take this anymore.”

“I’ve barely started,” you purr. With foxlike devilry, you nuzzle his member, inhaling his scent deeply. Shuddering, he struggles to place his hands, settling on rubbing circles at the base of your neck. You sigh with contentment as you look up at him behind fluttering lashes, warm breath tickling his skin. His eyes are closed with anticipation, and he’s breathing deeply – as if he’s on the edge of letting go. You push him over: slow as molasses, your tongue trails up his length.

“Ffffuck.” Caleb moans as you lap at his tip with a slow rhythm. “M’not gonna last.” He leans forward, his hands kneading your shoulders. You pull away from him, fondling his sack. “D-don’t do that. Shit.” 

Growing impatient, you plant kisses upon his cock, slow and deliberate. When you arrive at the tip again, you swirl your tongue around it, eliciting a moan. Wrapping your mouth around it fully, you return a singsong of your own. The vibrations cause his hips to jerk, his length pushing further into your mouth. Eyes half-lidded, you look up to see his expression – a decision you don’t regret. His chestnut hair is a mess, and his lust-filled eyes are like lavender pools of longing.

“Need you, fuck.” Caleb trails off with a whimper as you begin to suckle, taking him deeper within your mouth in a bobbing motion. His words are incomprehensible as he grips your head with one hand, the other now scratching at the side of his chair. As your movement becomes more comfortable, you take him down your throat. Gripping your head with both hands, he attempts to move you away from him. “M’gonna- oh. Baby, you gotta let go, I’m- ffffuck.”

Eyes rolling back, he jerks his hips in desperation as he spills down your throat, his seed coating your tongue. It’s bitter and sweet all the same, and his babbling is nonsensical as you swallow him down with fervor.

As he slows, the realization of what just happened seems to dawn on him. “Shit. Sorry, I… no, sorry isn’t enough. I really fucked up, I should’ve-”

“Save it.” You roll your eyes at him, and he trails off. With a deep voice – a silly Caleb impersonation – you tease him. “I don’t need your pity.”

Caleb stares at you dumbly for a moment, then smiles, slowly leaning down to plant a tender kiss upon your forehead. For once, the chatterbox is silent.