"I bet I could do anything, and you still wouldn't wake up." Caleb smirked with that mischievous glint in his eyes.

At the time you assumed he was thinking about one of his "hilarious" pranks again, like drawing on your face or putting your hand in a bowl of water in the middle of the night. Not funny, by the way.

Little did you know what really happened while you were off to dreamland.

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"Haha..Hah....What am I even doing..." He couldn't help but think out loud, his lips twisting into the mix of a frown and a smile as he was unsure whether he wanted to laugh or cry. Or maybe bang his head repeatedly against a very sturdy wall. Maybe that will finally knock some sense into his apparently idiotic, beyond salvation self.

This only happened in the first place because YOU insisted on sharing a bed. It may sound like an innocent request, but the both of you are fully grown adults now, and one of said adults is secretly hopelessly in love with the other, so the combination is not exactly ideal. Not that Caleb would deny you of anything, much to his own dismay.

And so he's back to muffling his needy moans with a pillow, his knees slack while he half sat on the bed with a hard-on caused by you, no surprise there, between his legs like he was some sort of shameless beast in heat.

Alright, maybe he felt a little of shame, but that's for after the post-nut clarity hits him.

You were so peacefully asleep it almost pissed him off. Almost. How could you relax so easily next to him when he's on the brink of blowing a fuse the second he feels your side pressing against his? That's simply unfair. He grumbled something to himself yet again, clenching his jaw in frustration as his dominant hand moved up and down on his cock, his head hitting the bedframe behind him when his thumb circled the swollen tip, spreading the dripping precum along his length so his pathetic excuse of attempt at getting off felt a bit more smooth.

His eyes never strayed too far from your face. Not even for a moment. Surely if you were to wake up right now and see Caleb you would never be able to doze off this easily with him. He both hated the idea and craved it. Geez, his late night thoughts were turning more and more absurd by the minute. He really oughta get some sleep soon.

His hips thrusted into his own hand desperately while his hazed purple eyes trailed down your features until he found your lips in the dark. He didn't need any light to picture the soft and red little pout he craved to taste so badly, and just thinking about how it would feel wrapped around his cock made his lower stomach feel like a tight knot, his grasp around the throbbing base also tightening in response. His body seemed to have a mind of its own as Caleb found himself leaning closer to your sleeping form before he could stop, his nose burying directly into the crevice of your neck, his lips just barely brushing against your skin as his tongue itched to taste you directly. Oh how he would delight in leaving all types of marks on that unblemished skin of yours.

All he wanted was a bit more of you. A taste. A touch. Anything. Everything. As long as it was yours he would eat it all up like the starved man he is.

Then Caleb felt you shift and immediately froze— Did you wake up? Seriously? Right now?

Fuck.

He felt his sweat run cold for a few seconds before your arms circling around him soothed away his anxiety, welcoming his presence and pulling his body closer to yours, effectively trapping his face against your chest. Your bad habit of treating him like a teddy bear really was incorrigible. Well, no matter, that was the least of his troubles at the moment.

Your intoxicating scent so close it was making his body temperature rise alarmingly high way too quickly, only growing worse when one of your legs pushed between his, fitting just right to cause him to feel light headed. Caleb teeth sank lightly into your collarbone when he found himself unable to keep his hips from grinding onto your thigh, his larger frame twitching and his breath turning into short, ragged pants, blending in with a few hot higher pitched whines escaping his throat.

"Huh...?" He mumbled disoriented after a beat, trying to focus his eyes in the dark as he looked down at the feeling of something suddenly wet in between his legs.

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Oh.

Oh gods.

His boxers are thoroughly soaked with cum, which is a bit more...watery than he will ever admit, and he can feel it dripping down his trembling thighs. 'At least I didn't get anything on the bed' He tried to think positively, but there really wasn't a way around this.

It was a new low, even for him. Just kill him.

He is absolutely never letting you convince him to do this again.

Well.....maybe some time later. After he mentally recovers from this.