夏以晝的變態小蘋果

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The ceiling fan is all Caleb can hear as it fights against the humid air. He lies on his back in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers, one arm thrown over his eyes and the other resting on his stomach. He’s been staring at the same crack in the wall for forty minutes. 

The house is quiet. Grandma went to bed at nine, same as every night since they were kids. The floorboards still creak in some places, the AC unit in the room next to him rattles as it usually does. 

But nothing is the same. Not this summer.

Caleb’s jaw tightens as he shifts on the mattress, the friction of cotton against his cock making him hiss through his teeth. He’s half hard. Has been for the past three nights, ever since you and Caleb went to the pool together. 

He spent that night in the shower, palm braced against the wet tile, jerking himself raw with the water scalding down his back. He imagines your body beneath him, back arching and lips parting to moan his name. Moaning for her big brother. Your pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing him tight as he makes you cum for the hundredth time. 

He came so hard he nearly put a fist through the wall. And then he did it again the next night. 

And the night after that. 

Tonight, he’s out of restraint. 

Caleb sits up, running a hand over his face and drags his palm down his jaw. When he opens his eyes, the room is still dark and you’re still sleeping a room away, wearing that tanktop that barely fits you tonight because it was “too hot, gēge, I’m dying.” 

He saw you in it when you said goodnight. The thin straps over your shoulder, the fabric hugging your curves a little too tightly, barely containing your breasts. Your nipples stiffening from the constant friction of the shirt, forming peaks that he can see so, so clearly. 

You’re not a kid anymore. 

Despite the fact that he knows you can survive without him now, capable of taking care of yourself, he can’t help but think of the sweet girl he grew up with. 

He stands, letting his feet touch the cold floor. Not bothering with pants he exits out his bedroom and into the hallway, avoiding the creaks in the floorboards. He stops outside your door. 

There’s a sliver of light underneath. You’ve always slept with the lamp on ever since you were little, something he used to tease you for. He would leave his own door cracked just in case you felt the need for your big brother to protect you, letting you slip under the covers of his bed. 

Caleb knocks gently, before opening the door. 

You’re curled on your side, hand tucked under your cheek. The lamp casts a warm glow over your face, a mix of the lighting and your relaxed features making you look younger and less stressed. 

The tanktop you’re wearing has ridden up, the hem bunched below your soft tits, exposing the skin of your stomach. Caleb lets himself look, his body on fire. 

He shuts the door behind him, and you slowly start to stir. You make eye contact with him, eyes hazy with sleep and unfocused. “Gēge? What time is it?”

“Late,” he replies, voice rough. He clears his throat. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

You hum sympathetically, patting the empty space beside you. “Bad dream?”

“Yeah.” He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he lies on his back. You shift closer, seeking his warmth, the way you had done since you were kids. The same way you always did, trusting him. Fuck, his cock hurts.

“You’re tense,” you murmur. You press your head to his chest. “Your heart is going so fast.” 

“Mhm.” 

The look you give him makes him ache, wondering if you understand the tension between the both of you right now, if you have the vocabulary to describe it. 

“Big brother? Are you okay?” Your voice is soft, almost uncertain. “Gēge–” 

“Shh.” Caleb presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed and breathing ragged. “I’m going to show you something, sis. Something that feels good, but you have to trust me.” 

Your fingers clutch onto the fabric of his shirt, not pushing him away. Good. 

“I always trust you.”

Caleb opens his eyes. You’re looking at him, wide-eyed, uncertain, but willing. He knows you don't know what you’re agreeing to, doesn’t understand that the brother you trust is about to take something from you that you can never get back. 

With a shaky breath Caleb leans forward, barely pressing his lips to yours. He feels you freeze in his hold, your breath catching against his mouth. But you don’t push him away regardless.

He pulls back, looking at you. Your eyes are wide, confused in a way that makes his chest ache and his cock throb at the same time. There's a glossy sheen to your lips. He wants to kiss you again. 

“Big brother, what was that for?” He doesn’t answer, and instead cups your jaw, thumb tracing your cheekbone as he kisses you again. 

This time his tongue slides along the seam of your lips, coaxing, asking for entry. You make a startled, soft sound, letting your mouth open under his. Caleb’s heart tightens as he watches your instinct win over your confusion, and trust win over your fear.  

The only thing he can hear in his mind is mine. Caleb knows you’ve never been kissed before, nobody ever getting the chance to explore your mouth with their tongue. Not even a peck. It makes him keen with possessive pride. 

Caleb shifts his weight and rolls over you, settling between your thighs. You look up at him from beneath, eyes half-lidded, trusting, and pliant. 

He could take you right now. Could shove your shorts down, pushing himself inside, take what he’s been dreaming about every night. You wouldn’t stop him, knowing your big brother would never hurt you. 

But he wants you to know. To know what’s happening, even if you can’t explain it. Caleb wants you to choose him, the way he’s already chosen you. 

“Baby sis,” he rasps. His fingertips intimately trail down your throat, over your collarbones, and down to the hem of your tank top. “Can I take this off?” 

Caleb watches you swallow, chest rising and falling with each breath. Your nipples are hard beneath the fabric. 

“Yes,” you lick your lips. “Will you explain what’s happening?”

He freezes, the innocence in your voice stopping him. “I’m going to make you feel good, baby sister.” He hooks a finger under the strap of your top, pulling it down your shoulder. “The way only I can. Will you let gēge do that for you?” 

“Yes, I trust you.” It’s said without hesitation, the way you’ve said it a thousand times. When he taught you how to ride a bike, walked you to school.

Caleb pulls the strap down on the other shoulder. The top slides, pooling at your waist, exposing your perfect, soft breasts. You make a small sound, out of embarrassment maybe, your hands coming up to cover yourself. 

“No.” Caleb catches both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. “Don’t hide from me, let big brother see you, sis.” 

Caleb glances down to see a wet patch that has seeped through your panties, staining your shorts. Fuck, he’s spent too many nights alone with your panties. Compared to that, this is heaven. 

“Gēge, I’m scared.” Of course. Caleb knows he has always kept you sheltered.

“I know.” Caleb kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before settling for the corner of your lips. “I’ve got you, let big brother take care of you.” 

You tilt your head up, as if giving a silent offering. 

Caleb groans, low and rough as he lets his tongue sweep around your mouth, tasting you. Your arms wrap around him, clinging to the fabric draped across his back. 

He rolls his hips against you, letting you feel what you do to him. The thick outline of his cock presses against your thigh, your eyes going wide when you feel it. 

“Is that…?” 

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “ That’s what you do to me, lil’ sis. Every time you walk by in those little shorts, or whenever you call my name.” He grinds against you, slowly introducing you to what he has hidden beneath his boxers. 

“I didn’t know,” you whisper. “I also didn’t know it–we could be like this.” 

“We can,” Caleb assures you, tugging your shorts down. He slides them down past your knees before tossing them off the bed, landing somewhere in the dark. 

The panties you’re wearing are cute, comfortable, with a little bow in the centre. Ah, fuck. He’s aching to be inside you, to taste you. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” 

You nod. “Aches.” 

“Where?” Caleb rubs circles on the elastic, watching you squirm. “Use your words like a big girl, lil’ sis.” 

You make a frustrated sound, so achingly familiar he almost laughs. 

“Touch my pussy, big brother. Please.” 

The dirty words that fall from your mouth send a surge of heat through him, so intensely he sees white. His hand slides down to cup you through the cotton, groaning at the wet heat of you. 

Your back arches and your hand flies to his wrist, holding him in place. Caleb presses down on the damp fabric, rubbing circles slowly. “Good, sis?” 

“Yes,” you tremble, stuttering over your words, wrecked. 

Caleb pulls the waistband of your panties, letting them dangle from one knee. You’re bare beneath him now, spread and innocent. 

He pulls his own shirt over his head, watching your eyes trail his sculpted chest down to the dark hair near his lower stomach, where it disappears into the waistband of his boxers. 

Caleb then pushes his boxers past his hips, revealing his cock. It springs free, thick and aching, the head already slick and beading with precum. 

Your lips part. “Is that… going to fit?”

Caleb laughs, wrapping a hand around himself as he strokes once, slowly, watching you watch him. 

“Don’t worry, baby sister.” He leans down, letting his length press against your thigh, hot and heavy. “Big brother will make it fit in that cute lil’ cunny.” 

You swallow as Caleb lines himself up. The head of his cock presses against the tight, impossibly small entrance to your cunt. 

“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.” 

The first inch draws a sharp cry from your lips, fingers clutching his shoulders as he holds himself there. 

“Big brother,” you whimper. “It hurts.” 

“I know, you’re taking me so well. Your pussy is stretching so nicely around your big brother’s cock.” Caleb presses a kiss to your temple. 

With a nod of your head, Caleb slides in deep until the entirety of his length buries into your pussy. Each thrust is deep, the bed creaking with the slow rhythm. 

As soon as moans start to tumble past your lips, Caleb takes it as a sign to quicken his pace, driving into your pussy harder. The clenching of your tight cunt makes Caleb stutter, the pace of his hips becoming rough and harsh. 

“You like that, baby sis?” He pounds into you, hitting that spot over and over. “You like your big brother fucking you? No one else is ever going to be able to feel this. You’re too good for them, anyway. Always have been.”

“H-huh?” Caleb feels you clench around him tighter at his words. 

“Fuck, I’m not even wearing a condom,” he groans as he ruts into your warmth. “Letting your big brother fuck your cunny raw.” 

“Yes, gēge,” you barely form sentences, eyes rolling back. “I don’t–something feels funny…!”

“Cum for me,” he rasps, reaching deep to slide against your sweet spot. “Cum on your big brother’s cock, let me feel you.”

Caleb feels you flutter around him before you come undone. Your back lifts off the mattress as you reach your climax, walls milking his slick length as he continues to fuck you into overstimulation. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Caleb stutters, hips pushing as deep as he can. “Gonna cum in your womb, okay lil’ sis? You’ll let me, right? Can I leave it inside of you? Let your big brother fuck his babies into you?” 

You nod and whine in overstimulation, squirming beneath him. “Yes…! Please, inside, gēge…!”

Biting his bottom lip at your filthy words, Caleb follows you over the edge, burying himself deep inside you and spilling into your warm cunt with a groan. 

He stays there for a second, savouring the feeling as his cock pulses and softens in your tight haven. The only sounds you can hear are heavy breathing and the AC rattling. Somewhere down the hall, your grandma sleeps, oblivious. 

Caleb presses his lips to your hair. “Mine.” 

“Yours, gēge.” You’re boneless beneath him, curled against his chest. He holds you through the night, enjoying the warm hold your cunt offers him as you sleep. 

In the morning, he’ll have to face what he’s done. But for now, he lets himself have her. 

“Nothing,” you sigh, pushing your back against his chest. “This movie is boring.” 

“To you, maybe,” he muses, but doesn’t argue. “Do you want to watch something else?” 

“I want to get up.” Your butt is sore, body stiff from Caleb not letting you go for hours. The couch isn’t the most comfortable place ever. “You said that if we keep massaging them they’ll grow bigger but I haven’t seen a difference. Don’t tell me you tricked me again.”

“I didn’t,” Caleb denies quickly. “It really does work. I researched it for you, remember?” 

The pads of his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your chest, as if reprimanding you for doubting him.

“I don’t see or feel a difference,” you argue, frustration bleeding into your voice. 

“Stop raising your voice at your big brother,” Caleb blows a puff of air at your ear. “Be good.” 

You sulk, falling limp in his hold. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t,” he says easily, tone light. “How about this?” Caleb helps you turn around in his lap, brushing his nose against yours intimately as his thumbs trace circles on your hips. 

“What?” 

He smiles at your impatience. “Why don’t we test it on me too? Then you can conduct this ‘experiment’ using your own rules, and see the results for yourself.” 

You blink, raising your hands to press your palms to his pecs. “You want bigger boobs?” 

“Would you like me less if I had them?” 

“No,” you shake your head, eyes trained on his chest as you squeeze. 

“We can start right now if you want,” he continues smoothly. “It’s not like you were paying attention to the movie, anyway.” 

“You aren’t either!” 

“Now I’m not,” Caleb corrects you, tapping your forehead before taking your hands gently. He guides you towards his abdomen, letting your fingertips glide up his muscles to take in every ridge and texture. 

“Gēge,” you huff, squirming at the growing tension. 

“Patience, I’ll let go and let you do your thing in a second.” Caleb pushes your hands higher, until the peaks of his nipples rest between your index and middle fingers. 

Dragging your eyes away from his chest you take in his reaction, your own flush flooding your cheeks when you notice the red tips of his ears. 

…And the big tent in his pants. 

“Freak. Freaky, dummy, big brother Caleb.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out, voice cracking when you squeeze experimentally. “I’m just such a pervert for you, sis.” 

Caleb lets go of your hands, letting you massage and squeeze his pecs to your own liking. Your head is foggy and your fingers move subconsciously, mind distracted rather than focused on criticizing Caleb’s massage techniques. 

“Your chest is already big from working out,” you mutter, pinching and pulling at his nipples between your fingers. 

Caleb groans, throwing his head back. “Don’t be so rough.” His voice is raspy, fingers digging into your waist as you disregard his request. 

You pull his shirt up and expose his red, stiffening nipples. They’re swollen and puffy, and you wonder what it’ll look like if you bite them. 

“I’ll be as rough as you are with me so you know how sore I get,” you huff, lowering your head. You blow on his nipple gently and his hips buck up, grinding his crotch against yours. “Stay still, gēge!” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he gulps. “Just, go easy on me?” He has a sheepish grin on his face, and a slight glow from receiving this much attention from you. 

“Just—whatever. I will help you with this every day,” you declare, rubbing your thumbs against the stiff peaks. “You have to listen to me, okay?” 

Caleb nods. 

“Say thank you.” 

“Thank you, baby sister,” he murmurs as he wets his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue. “You’re so sweet for helping big brother.”

You nod in approval, leaning down once again to take his nipple into your mouth. His whole body jerks, and moans tumble from his mouth. He doesn’t bother to ignore the rise in his pants anymore. 

“Lil’ sis,” he rasps, pushing down on your hips to feel more friction on his cock. “Haah, you think the same technique will give us the same results here?” 

Caleb bucks his hips up, letting his cock press between the fat of your cunt, visible through your thin pants. 

“Hey!” You pinch his nipples hard, but Caleb groans in pleasure instead, wrapping his strong arms around your middle to pull you close. His head drops to your shoulder, teeth biting your skin to hold back his moans. 

“Fuck, just—” Caleb starts to rut into you like a dog, his swollen length rubbing against your chubby folds. “Stay still and be good for me, sis. We’re just experimenting to see if massaging will work down there, too.” 

Each pass at your clit makes you forget about the rebuttals and arguments you want to say, head tilting back as Caleb does all the work, bruising your neck and pushing you to orgasm. 

“I want to help,” you stutter, eyes blinking rapidly as you start to grind down on him. Pride flickers through your chest when Caleb moans. It makes you more eager to help your big brother, grinding and pulling at his hair. 

“You already are, baby. Just keep grindin’ your cute lil’ pussy on your big brother’s cock,” he says, words slurred as he shuts his eyes tight. 

Your brother’s cock. The words land heavy and hot, being spoken outright, making your cunt clench around nothing.  

You nod frantically, tugging his head back by his hair, exposing his bobbing Adam’s apple. You think about leaving marks that gran would see at breakfast. You think about her frown and the way she'd look at you both, and you want it.

Because then everyone would know.  

“I’m close, gēge. Give me more…!” 

"Gonna cum on your big brother's cock like you did last night? And the night before?" His voice cracks on the last word, desperation bleeding through the teasing. 

Caleb’s hips stutter at your pleas. His hand reaches down to press his thumb against your throbbing clit through the damp fabric, rubbing quick circles.

“Go on. Cum for big brother, before gran comes back and scolds us again.” With a couple more thrusts up Caleb spills ropes into his pants, creamy, sticky semen seeping through his pants and against your cunt. 

The warmth of his release and friction against your clit make you whine, tumbling into your own climax. Your wetness pools in your panties, smearing against his bulge as you ride out your high, the mess a testament of your desire for one another. 

“We have to clean up quickly,” you mutter. “I don’t want to get in trouble if gran sees the mess on the couch.” 

Caleb shrugs. “The couch has seen worse.” A comfortable silence fills the air as you melt into him. The tip of his index finger dips under the band of your pants, tracing the rim of your panties. 

“…Think I can keep those? For the experiment, of course.” 

bonus he has a puppy tail

With slow movements, you carefully insert the mechanism until you hear a click, narrating as you go. “It’s in. I need to make sure it’s stable though, tell me to stop if it hurts or feels weird.” 

Fighting to keep still Caleb leans forwards, smile wavering. “Tighten the south bolt tighter than the others. There should be a red mark on it. It loosens too easily.” 

The system is glaringly more complex than his arm, multi-coloured wires threading around the main central core in the middle. You let your eyes trail down towards the bolt he mentioned, nodding. 

“Mkay. Tightening it now.” Taking a deep breath to stop your hand from shaking, you take the small wrench and lean in, a tight furrow between your brows. 

The second you touch the metal connecting his main system to the circuit, Caleb jerks forward, a breathy gasp escaping his lips. His hand curls around the lower half of his face, muffling his sounds as he flushes red of either embarrassment or arousal. 

“Hah… pips. Slow…haaah… down, fuck.” He curses when you tighten the bolt while he’s somewhat distracted, his head jerking back and ramming into the wall behind him. 

“It’s done…! Did it hurt? Sorry, I thought it might be better if I was slightly quicker.” 

“No, it was only a pinch.” Caleb’s cheeks burn a brighter red and his eyes have yet to clear, still glazed over. They dart away from yours when they make contact. “Mind helping me close up?” 

“Mhm,” you say absentmindedly, mind wandering elsewhere. “Masochist.” 

“I…aha, wha—?” 

Your fingers inch forward again to trail down the stabilizing rod, letting your fingertips trace each ridge and texture. The whirling of the fan gets louder as he overheats, his eyes widening at the betrayal. 

After a moment Caleb’s eyes drift shut, shuddering as his hand reaches out to grasp your wrist, though not stopping you. 

“You’re not going to stop me?” 

“You know I won’t. You can do whatever you want to me, I’d take it all.” 

He lets your curious fingers wander, body tightening beneath you when your touch reaches the newly installed component, vibration humming through the metal. 

“Ah—” 

The sound escapes him before he can stop it, eyelids fluttering shut. 

“Sensitive?” 

“No,” he says quickly. You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe a little,” he admits. 

“A little… hm?” 

Caleb’s throat bobs as he subconsciously spreads his thighs apart below you. Your fingers brush a bundle of colored wiring near his core, and he jolts. The reaction is immediate, and the lights beneath his synthetic organs flicker erratically. 

“Wow,” you whisper before you can help it. 

“Hah, don’t...” His voice comes out wrecked, breathless around the edges. “You’re making it worse.”

“Worse?” you echo, as your thumb strokes carefully along one of the wires. A shudder tears through him.

“Fuck.” The mechanical whir deepens in pitch, and his hold on your wrist tightens. 

“Caleb?” 

“That’s… that’s enough,” he pants, voice strained. 

“Painful?” You pull away, watching him carefully.

“Something like that.” He motions for you to close up his abdomen, sighing in relief when he’s finally protected from all your teasing. Caleb’s arms loop around your waist as if he doesn’t want you to move away yet, holding you tightly against his chest. “Thank you, pipsqueak.” 

You lean into him, humming in response. “You know I could have turned you off?” 

“If it’s you touching me, I want to experience all of it,” he murmurs, nose brushing your shoulder. “Help me next week?” 

You sigh affectionately. “Sure.”

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.”

You cut him off by roughly pulling him in by his collar, smashing your lips to his. The kiss is sloppy, all teeth and heat, as a deep flush floods Rafayel’s cheeks and spreads straight to the tips of his ears. 

As you continue backing him into a wall, his legs give out, finally buckling beneath him. A few minutes ago he had been basking in strangers’ attention like sunlight. Now he’s hiding in the shadow of an alley, flushed red beneath your touch. 

“Wha…!” He doesn’t attempt to fight for dominance, suddenly shy as you kiss him stupid. “Haaah…hold on! You’re being too rough— hnng…!” 

While shutting him up again with a nip to his plush and swollen bottom lip, Rafayel hurriedly pulls his shirt over his crotch to hide his growing bulge. 

“Hiding something?” 

“H-huh? Hey– hah…!” Amused by his pathetic attempts to form a coherent sentence, you lick the corner of his mouth playfully before pulling away–the same mouth that had been charming half the street moments ago, could barely form a sentence now. 

“Well, Rafayel?” 

His cheeks flush even deeper, eyebrows knitting together as his lips pull into a pout. As he sulks, he clutches the hem of his shirt tighter, clumsily pulling it further down to quell his embarrassment. 

“I’m…sorry.” He tries to even his breathing, struggling to keep eye contact with you. 

“For?” 

“I said, I'm sorry for being late, okay?” It almost comes out as an embarrassing strangled whine. Rafayel squeezes his eyes shut, as if trying to hide himself from you, sprawled on the ground and desperately trying to regain his composure. “Are you going to keep bullying me?” 

You smile, satisfied with the state he’s in and his apology. “Mhm. That’s better.” With a quick peck to his lips you straighten, holding your hand out. “I’ve had my fill. Come, we’ve got some shopping to do.” 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he replies weakly, grasping your outstretched hand. 

“Needed to get you off your high horse.”