synopsis: you and caleb haven't been able to spend any time, putting a small strain on your relationship. will you continue to push him over the edge?
warnings: MDNI, p in v, rough pounding, explicit content. use of some vulgar language.
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the hotel had a monolith of brushed steel and glass (plain as hell), a sanctuary reserved for farspace fleet soldiers and higher-ranking officers. it was designed for efficiency and a bit of luxury. most soldiers don't get rest in bed for weeks; places like this were created for the men and women on duty who can also enjoy a nice stay while in the area.
as you paced the long suite, the minimalistic decor added to the irritation you were feeling.
it had been a grueling week. between the countless missions, wanderer pop-ups, and the crushing weight of caleb's responsibilities in skyhaven, the distance has become a physical ache.
and the phone calls? the phone calls had been worse.
misunderstandings, interrupted briefings, and the sheer frustration of trying to coordinate a simple meetup had led up to an argument just two hours ago.
when the door finally hissed open, in walked caleb. he didn't look at you immediately; he was still in his colonel's uniform. the buttons gleaming, his mask of terrifying professional neutrality still on his face. he looked every bit like a colonel. stiff, disciplined, and distant.
you rolled your eyes. sitting on the edge of the bed. the air in the room shifted. caleb turned his head slowly, his eyes darkening, the irises almost disappearing into the pupils. the irritation you felt was matched by the raw, simmering tension that was radiating off of him.
"you think i enjoy this?' he rasped, his voice dropping into that dangerous, low register. "you think i like spending my days with a bunch of smelly colleagues or cramped into an aircraft that's holding one too many people? when all i can think about is the next time I'm going to see you, hear your voice, touch you.
"maybe you should act like it." scoffing a little. picking your nails out of nervousness. you were frustrated, of course. caleb was not playing, though. your heart hammered at your ribs. your intention was not to piss him off any more than you already had.
caleb didn't argue. he didn't use any words. his hat flung onto the couch. in a blur of motion that caught you completely off guard. he made his way over to bed so quickly; he reached out and grabbed your arm. his grip was firm and undeniable. with one small yank, he pulled you off the edge of the bed flush against his chest.
"i am done talking," he growled, his voice a vibration you felt in your bones.
before you could even gasp, he pivoted, leading your back to the wall. his frame devouring yours. he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head, his fingers locking like chains. the "colonel" was present, but this time the command wasn't for the fleet it was for you.
"you wanted me to stop being the colonel?" he whispered, his face just inches from yours. his hot breath fanning across your lips. "too bad." because right now, you're exactly where i want you."
he leaned down, his lips crashing against yours. the kiss was fast, hungry, and desperate. tasting of frustration and longing that had been built up between you two.
he shifted, his thigh forcing its way between your legs, pinning you further in place. the friction of his uniform against your skin was an electric contrast, the cold, stiff fabric meeting the warmth of your body.
with a sudden, powerful movement, he gripped the hem of your shirt and yanked it upward. he didn't wait for you to help; he stripped the fabric away with a focused urgency that left you shivering in the cool air of the room for only a fraction of a second before his heat crashed back over you.
he didn't move to remove his own uniform immediately. He liked the contrast, the feeling of his heavy, authoritative dress shirt and the rough texture of his trousers rubbing against your bare skin. it was a constant reminder of who he was, and exactly who was in control of this moment.
"you’ve been fighting me all day," he groaned against the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point in a way that made your toes curl.
“I think it's time you learned what happens when you push me too far."
caleb shifted his weight, his hand sliding down from your hip to the waistband of your clothes. he didn't ask, he commanded. with a swift, decisive motion, he stripped you bare, leaving you exposed and trembling beneath him. he paused for a heartbeat, his dark eyes scanning every curve of your body with a possessive intensity that felt like a physical touch.
caleb finally dealt with his own clothing, his movements fast and efficient, shedding the colonels attire with a frantic energy. when he returned to you, the feeling of skin-on-skin was electric. he pinned you down again, his large hands framing your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"look at me," he ordered, his voice a low rumble. "I want you to see exactly who is taking you."
as you locked eyes with him, caleb entered you in one deep, powerful thrust that stole the breath right out of your lungs. you let out a sharp, high pitched gasp, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, your back arching off the mattress. the sheer force of it was overwhelming, a fast-paced collision of hunger and relief.
he didn't slow down. he set a relentless, punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic intensity that made the headboard knock against the wall. every thrust was a statement, a claim. caleb was driving all the frustration of the week, all the longing of the distance, and all the tension of the argument into every single movement.
"fuck," he gasped, his voice breaking as he picked up the speed, his grip on your hips tightening until his knuckles were white.
“hear that? your pretty pussy’s talking to me.” caleb was hungry.
“y-yes!" you cried out, your voice ragged, your head tossing back against the pillows. "ca-caleb, please!"
the sound of your surrender seemed to snap the last thread of his restraint. he gripped your thighs, hoisting your legs over his shoulders to open you up completely, driving even deeper, pushing you to the very edge of your endurance. the friction was intoxicating, the pace blurring into a haze of heat and friction. brushing against your cervix each time
he leaned down, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss, muffling your moans as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. You could feel him peaking, his muscles locking, his breath coming in sharp, jagged hitches.
with one final, commanding surge, caleb buried himself deep inside you, his body shuddering violently as he hit his limit. you followed immediately after, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless and clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing in the world.
for a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized thrum of two hearts slowing down. caleb didn't pull away; he collapsed onto you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his weight a comforting, heavy blanket.
"don’t ever," he whispered, his voice returning to that soft, childhood-sweetheart warmth, though the possessive edge remained, "think I don’t want to put you first. if i had it my way, it would only be about you."
you decided you were done arguing; you just wrapped your arms around his neck. tired, satisfied, and a little bit relieved. you and caleb had come to a new understanding.
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note: haii guys, i was trying to be all aesthetic and do a gradient, but that's a whole lot harder than I thought. hopefully, in the future i can figure it out. -> i do try to post regularly; those who have requested xavier i pinky promise he's coming. other than that, i hope you guys enjoyed as always. <3.
