Below is a masterlist of all the fanfictions that are in the works. Whether I be currently writing them or have them planned in the near future. Feel free to also request a fic of your choosing and I will do my best to get it done as fast as I can. When making a request, please specify if you would want it as an ongoing fic or a one-shot. I write mostly Non MC centric and angst filled fics. Please note that the links in the title will be updated as I post a new chapter. This is because the new link will also have the previous parts included in the post.
angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, infatuation, mental health issues, self depreciation, self-esteem issues, self image issues, trust issues, history of toxic relationships, family issues, heavily implied borderline personality disorder, favorite person, mental breakdowns, more tags to be added, smut, oral sex, caleb eats pussy like he's made for it, MDNI
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@aiycnlyme
Vibe:
The Cure by Olivia Rodrigo
Hit The Wall by Gracie Abrams
I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams
Dashboard by Noah Kahan
Willing and Able by Noah Kahan
Summary:
He came into your life like the summer breeze he smells of--brief, welcome and warm. He came at a time when you needed someone most. He is like you, you think. Understands what it's like to be unstable in a way you never asked for. Unfortunately, he was never yours to hold for too long. He would always belong to her.
Ongoing || Oneshot->4/10
Word Count: 4300
1->2->3
AO3 because Idk what's going on with the links
For whatever reason, he stayed.
You prepared for the inevitable downfall and the space he would leave behind in your life when he would eventually realize that you're too much. Just as you've always been told. But he never ran from you and your intensity. If anything he ran towards you at full speed. Something that you learned quickly is that he's just as intense as you are. Not in his emotions but in the way he lives life. In the way he protects those who matter to him. You saw it up close and personal when your sister got married and you weren't invited, but Jeremiah was. While it shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, it still made something deep inside you fracture. And Caleb was there through it all. He was there to catch you when you tripped or fell and he was there to put all your jagged, broken pieces back into place every time one of them got loose.
It was easy to imagine a life with him. Especially when nine times out of ten—you wake up in his bed. Telling yourself that it was just sex and that friends-with-benefits is a thing that exists never seemed to help. Eventually you would watch him laugh a little too hard or admire the way the muscles in his back tense when he makes you breakfast the morning after. And suddenly you're a stay-at-home mom of three. You can picture your life with him so perfectly it borders on delusional. But then reality comes rushing in hard and fast.
Caleb lights up every room he walks into. He's the life of every party and everyone's best friend. People seem to gravitate towards him in a way you would never understand. But that wasn't exclusive to just him. You noticed that even his sister has that effect. And it's not hard to see why so many people like her. She's young and carefree. She's stunning and sweet. She is everything that you could never hope to be. Because no matter how many times you're introduced at a social gathering, you are always looked over. No one can even remember your name. And it slowly begins to click that you are nothing more than an afterthought where Caleb and Marlee are the highlights. The main event.
He never introduces you as anything other than his friend. Which should be fine. Would be fine. It is fine. Because you aren't even dating him. You're not exclusive and you know that. But it still hurts when he brings you to a New Years party and instead of kissing you at midnight—it's her. You play it off when he asks you what's wrong, because of course you do. What other choice do you have? There is no reality in which you can tell him that you're completely, irrevocably in love with him. You can't possibly tell him that you watch your phone for his texts and calls when you're apart or that you sleep in the shirt he left at your apartment. That would make things weird. He would see you for the mentally unstable mess that you are and leave your life so fast it would be like he was never there to begin with.
It doesn't matter that he's stuck with you for breakdown after breakdown. Or that he's talked you out of some very questionable decisions. It doesn't even matter that he's seen your impulsivity and rapid cycle mood swings first hand. Because telling him how much it hurts seeing the way he looks at Marlee is so different from the way he looks at you it gives you whiplash would be a death sentence. You would rather suffer in silence than risk losing him completely.
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A year almost to the day since you met him. Since he spun your life on its head and changed the trajectory. Oh, how things have changed in the span of a year. You used to be shy and not know how to speak around him. Used to trip over your words and get so tongue-tied it was embarrassing. Now he has exclusive access to your every quirk and whimsy. He dances with you in the pouring rain and sings every song you know by heart with you. It was so disgustingly easy to fall in love with him it feels like fate. Like he was placed in your life to show you what love is meant to look like and be that light at the end of your never ending dark tunnel. When your life was stuck on survival mode, he was brought in to show you what it's like to live again. At least that's what it feels like.
So, instead of telling him any of this—he has your back against the wall with your legs strung over his shoulders. His hands hold your thighs in place like you weight nothing and they shake in his palms. With his face buried between your legs, he flattens his tongue to lick a long stripe through your center. A pleased hum escaping him vibrates through your skin. Your palms press against the wall above you. Fingers trying to grip on to something that isn't there. Sure, you've been intimate before now. You've had lovers and the like. But none of them have felt like this. Caleb makes it feel less like a chore and more of an experience. Won't even dare let you touch him until you've came at least twice. And one of them has to be with his tongue alone. It's no wonder you fell in love with him so fast, so easily. When every day spent with him feels like sunshine and sex feels like your floating in space.
You were taught that the only thing you're good for is what your body has to offer. You learned that when you were young. It's really no surprise that you fell in line so quickly. Neither of you knows who made the first step, but you have a lucky guess as to who it was. Because it would be a cold day in hell if you ever got the courage to say something to him. So, you enjoy the ride as it comes. Soaking up every bit of sunshine he has to offer.
When you bring a fist to your mouth, biting down on a knuckle to stifle the moans that roll of your tongue, he pulls your arm down. Looks at you like he's starving and only you can fill him. Ironic, considering the fact that when his cock does come into play he fills you so completely you all but deflate once he pulls out. You're not some tiny, little thing. You have some meat on your bones and the way he can so easily hold you up against the wall by your thighs makes you a little breathless. Or maybe it's the way his tongue laps at your pussy from the bottom to the top. His tongue flicks over your clit every so often. Making you squirm and your breath hitch. The walls of his penthouse are cold against your too warm skin. But it serves as a nice contrast with his hot breath fanning across your cunt.
Before, being intimate with your partners felt like a chore. Like something you had to do to keep them interested. It was something you enjoyed, sure. But it also became more of just something you did to make them happy. It lost all meaning long ago. Your body hardly feels like your own anymore at this point. If you were honest with yourself, you initially had sex with Caleb to keep him tethered to you in the beginning. To keep him in your orbit. Too scared that the closer he gets the more he's likely to make a run for it. In reality, the sex just made everything more complicated than it needed to be. Still, when he looks up at you from between your thighs, through half-lidded eyes? It feels like maybe you have a chance. Like you're the only thing he sees. His tongue swirls around your clit, just the way he knows you like so much. You're not stupid. You know that with every suck to your clit and every lap of your cunt that it's not you that he sees. Not really. He's thinking of someone else. Sees her in your place when he hums against your clit and sends vibrations through your every nerve.
His fingers grip your thighs tighter when your back arches against the wall. When your eyes shut and an almost pained moan slips free. Caleb knows your body all too well now. He's taken the time to learn you the way one does a new language. He's patient and eager. Knows all the phrases to say to make you squirm and all the places to touch that makes you slick between the thighs. One could say that he's a master in the art of you. You know that his fingers will leave bruises behind. That you'll have to cover them somehow so that way Jeremiah doesn't scold you like a mother does a young child. Reminding you of all the reasons you need to stop sleeping with Caleb. But does it really matter when his lips seal over your clit and sucks so delicately? Your body decides for you when your hips roll forward.
With breaths that come short and sharp, your hips roll to match the rhythm he sets with his tongue. Rolling and grinding into his mouth in perfect time with the pace he set. Lightning licks up the base of your spine with every flick of his tongue and every suck of your clit. Opening your eyes, you can see your arousal dripping down his chin as he flattens his tongue against you and the corners of his mouth curl into a smirk. If he wasn't so devastatingly attractive with that smirk you would have grown to hate it. His eyes flash up to meet yours from under his lashes as his tongue licks one long strip up your center. Your stomach flips and you can feel the coil of pleasure tighten even more in your abdomen.
His penthouse has been filled with the wet sounds of his mouth and tongue working your soaked pussy and your high moans for the better part of an hour or two. You've already came once from his fingers. But he decided that wasn't enough. Mixing with soft gasps and groans every now and then when his tongue curls just right around your clit. Which he proceeds to do. Making your eyes flutter shut and a low moan escape your throat. Hushed murmurs of his name over and over again when he resumes flicking his tongue over your clit in the same rhythm his name leaves your mouth. Without thinking, your fingers slide into his hair. Tugging and playing with the chocolate strands now laced with sweat. Caleb hums and moans against your sensitive skin with every tug. Letting you know that he enjoys when you play with his hair.
Caleb eats pussy like it's his last meal and he's starving. He does this every single time he has your pussy in his mouth. You're not used to being worshipped in any capacity. But, fuck, if you don't adore it when it comes from him. It doesn't even matter how in love with him you are or that the only time you think he might feel the same is the mornings after he makes you shatter over and over again. You could die happy, you think. Could live the rest of your life with him just like this. You haven't even noticed how much louder your moans have gotten. Or the fact that your fingers have tightened in his hair. Nails lightly digging into his scalp with one final lap at your clit. Your vision goes white and stars burst behind your eyes. Pleasure so consuming crashes over you in wave after wave. And Caleb drinks all of you in. He laps at your release like he's dying of thirst. Like he's been scouring the dessert for water to find the most delicious ambrosia he's ever tasted. Thighs shaking and back bowing off the wall—you cry out his name.
Your climax hits you hard as you release into his waiting mouth and eager tongue.
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You avoid Jeremiah's eyes like your life depends on it. You avoid talking about much of anything with him if you can help it. Because any and all conversation leads back to what you're doing with Caleb. And you know it isn't healthy. You know it's not good for you to keep doing this. Sleeping with him every time he so much as looks at you with his mouth twisted into a smirk. And while you know Jeremiah is coming from a place of care and concern, because he knows how you can be, you would rather not hear how you're only setting yourself up to be hurt.
It's been a month since the last time you were intimate with Caleb. Since the last time he looked at you with hazy, half-lidded eyes. But you know it's for the best that it hasn't happened again. Because it was never you that he's seeing. It's never you that he's looking at or your name he groans out when he finally hits his limit. He never quite says her name. Never quite forms it on his tongue, but you can tell by the sound he makes that he's trying not to say it at all. Too scared to admit that he's in love with the girl he's treated like a sister his whole life. Too scared to admit the the girl he really wants to lose himself in isn't you—it's her and would always be her. He'll never say it out loud, but it 's there in the little things he does. He'll never say it out loud, but you know. You can tell, because they're all the things you would do for him.
"You haven't been getting dropped off by him lately," Jeremiah ventures, voice tentative and unsure, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
"Just haven't seen him around like we usually do."
"If you're trying to say something, Jer," you sigh, unsure if you really want to hear what he's trying to say, "Then don't pussy around the subject and say it."
"He's been fawning over Marlee, hasn't he."
Soft. Knowing. Straight to the point just like you asked.
You regret it as soon as it comes out of his mouth.
"Sure has," you murmur, "How did you know?"
"Xavier said that she got sick and had to stay in the hospital for a while. Said that usually Caleb stays with her."
Jeremiah isn't wrong. This is the exact reason that he had told you roughly a week ago when you asked why he hasn't been around the much. Sure, you've spoken since that last hook up a month ago. You've talked to him on the phone and texted him semi-regularly. But they were short, meaningless conversations that you would make with anyone. Not someone as close as the two of you are. Or used to be. Because it doesn't exactly feel like he's your favorite person right now. Right now, it feels a little less like he's something safe and a lot like he's a threat. And you try not to let it affect you. But there is something poisoning your thoughts. Makes your tongue burn with everything you want to say but don't. Which makes your jaw ache with the restraint. You don't say any of this to Jeremiah. But you don't have to either.
"You're doing it again aren't you?" His voice snaps your attention out of your own thoughts and back to where you are.
Even you hear the snap in your voice when you respond. "Doing what?"
"That thing where you go from thinking he's great to thinking he's the worst?"
You can't look at him. Your mouth twisting into something painful and resentful. This is the part of yourself that you hate the most. The part of you that turns angry and bitter at the smallest of changes in your relationhsips. Any time you feel slighted or wronged this happens. You go from looking at someone through a rose-colored lens to looking at them like they personally ruined your entire life. Like they're out to get you and only pretended to like you until they couldn't take it anymore. And that's what's happening with Caleb isn't it? He isn't someone of safety anymore is he? He's a threat in your mind's eye.
"It's stupid." You manage to bite out.
"What is?"
"All of it," you say without thinking, "I'm hurt and pissed at him for what? We aren't dating by any means. It's not like he's obligated to tell me what's going on or whatever."
"But?"
"But it still really fucking hurts. Like physically. Every time I think about it my chest hurts and…"
Jeremiah has mastered the art of pulling information out of you when you're tongue is under lock and key. He knows how to get you to open up and tell him how you're feeling without even really having to try. He truly does know you better than you know yourself. And it's not like you don't know what he's doing. But it doesn't make the tears come any slower than they are.
"Keeping it bottled up like you do isn't good for you," he coaxes softly, "Let it out."
"I hate him."
"No, you don't. You hate the situation. You're allowed to be hurt and cry about it."
Stupidly, you wipe at the tears that fall from your eyes with the back of your hand. Wiping them off your cheeks so harshly it burns your cheeks red. "What's wrong with me, Jer?"
"Nothing is wrong with you."
"Then why does no one want me? What's so fundamentally wrong with me that he doesn't love me? I do everything a guy likes. Everything they want and still nothing. There's always someone better. This time, I guess she was already there."
In the back of your mind, you know you're being irrational. You know that this is quite possibly the stupidest spiral you have ever had. After all, it isn't like Jeremiah didn't warn you not to sleep with Caleb. It isn't like he doesn't know all your little habits and secrets. It isn't like Xavier didn't warn you that you would only be a temporary distraction. But you were stupid and in love. No, you were too wrapped up in infatuated bliss to care. Too wrapped around Caleb's finger to listen to anything or anyone else. And the sad part is that he hadn't even had to try. You were already his the moment he stepped foot inside Philo.
What a difference a year makes.
From perfect strangers to more than friends but less than lovers. What even are you and Caleb? Something? Anything? Nothing? Does it even matter what you are to him anymore when you would die just so he could live in peace? You decide that it doesn't and that only serves to piss you off at yourself more. At some point, Jeremiah came to stand closer. Lying his head on your shoulder in a form of comfort he knew you would allow when you're in this state. Normally, you hate being touched when you're self destructing. But this simple act of reassurance and solidarity was what you needed. You need something to ground you and make your breathing even out. Funny how it's usually touch that pulls you up for air while it simultaneously pushes you under more. You don't know what you did to be blessed with a friend in Jeremiah. But you don't question it either. Because being his friend feels like you're a little closer to sunshine than you have ever been in your life. He is the one constant in your life. The only one you never question when he exit sign will come. He's never given you a reason to doubt his friendship.
"There is nothing wrong with you," you expect him to say your nickname, but this time he says your real name and that makes your chest tighten painfully, "Absolutely nothing, okay? It's him that's stupid. If he can't see what's right in front of him and cherish it for all it's worth? That's his failing—not yours."
You squeeze your eyes closed in an attempt to make the world stop feeling like it's falling. Make the shop stop spinning for a few fucking seconds so maybe you can breathe without feeling like you'll break if you take too deep of a breath.
"You're kind and funny and beautiful," he continues, telling you things you've heard before but never quite believed until now, "You're insanely smart. You're an amazing person and if Caleb can't see that then fuck him."
There's a joke there that you bite down. Repressing the urge to tell him that you have, in fact, been fucking him and that's part of the problem. But you don't really need to tell him, because he already knows. Jeremiah knows you too well. He knew the moment Caleb started dropping you off at work and picking you up that you were tangled in his sheets already. Because using your body is what you're good at. It's what everyone wants isn't it? To get lost in the feeling of your skin and the sound of your moans. If only for a night. A moment.
That's all you ever are.
A moment.
And then there's Jeremiah with his smile that feels like wonder and his hugs that feel like sunshine. You've compared Caleb to sunshine too, you realize. But they are two very different kinds of sun. Where Caleb is bright and brilliant and all consuming—warming you to the bone with his laughter and attention—Jeremiah is subtle and gentle. He warms slowly. Like he's trying to dethaw the ice that has formed over your heart.
You lose it.
Tears come swift and without your consent. There's no stopping the breakdown that shatters you entirely. There's no softening the pain that grips your battered heart. So, you just stand there and cry. Letting the sobs wrack your shoulders so hard you drop the spray bottle in your hand and press your palms to the counter. Using the smooth, cool surface to ground you a little more. And suddenly—this isn't just about Caleb anymore.
"You're all I have, Jer," you choke out in between sobs, "How can I be stupid enough to think he can love me when my own parents don't? My fucking mother can't even love me. How fucked up is that? Someone who's supposed to love me unconditionally hates me."
Jeremiah pulls you into his arms then. Catching the exact moment your knees start to shake and give out. "Your mom can fight me. She made this incredible, selfless, compassionate girl and doesn't know how to appreciate her. Your mom doesn't deserve you as a daughter." His fingers comb through your hair and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. Familial not romantic.
No wonder everyone expects you to fall for him.
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Being drunk probably isn't the best time to be making decisions. But it tends to be when you make most of your decisions. You walk out onto your balcony where you find Jeremiah sitting with a beer. And Xavier with a blunt in hand. You wanted to be alone. Wanted to be able to cry in peace and dwell in the misery that has become your life. But Jeremiah wouldn't let you go home by yourself. Not after you sat in Philos and sobbed for well over and hour. Not after you kept telling him that you couldn't breathe. So, he drove you home and invited Xavier so that there would be a pair of eyes on you at all times. Sometimes you hate how over protective he is with you. Most times you're thankful that you have someone that loves you this much.
Someone to keep you safe from yourself.
The phone rings in your hand. It's on speaker, because you don't really care if they hear the conversation in full or not. You just need to hear his voice and talk to him. Neither of them fully take notice of what's going on. Xavier's too high to really care either way, you think. But Jeremiah is sober. Never getting so much as tipsy when he drinks. Just enough to take the edge off. Or so he says. It rings three times before he answers.
"Hey, everything okay?" Your stomach drops with how worried he sounds, "You haven't called me for a while."
Suddenly, your plan goes out the window. Or so you think it does, because as soon as you hear Caleb's voice—your chest tightens. "I think we need to have a talk, Caleb." Your voice breaks. Makes you sound more vulnerable that you want him to catch on to.
"What's wrong?"
"I think—" you don't get the chance to say what you want.
Xavier takes your phone and hangs up before you can finish. Sends out a quick text telling Caleb that you're drunk and being taken care of. Your eyes narrow, tears brimming when he pockets the device. Guess he was paying attention and very much does care.
"You can have this talk when you're sober," he says, voice impossibly soft, "You'll regret it if you do it now. Trust me, I know the feeling."
My masterlist has been updated. And I am pleased to let my readers know that OFTM will be updated soon. We are coming to its end and no one is ready for what's coming. Hide & Seek rewrite is also coming up.
child experimentation, trauma, grief, the five stages of grief, running away, going into hiding, mild pseudocest, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere!caleb, mention of self harm, amnesia, traumatic events, breaking and entering, self defense, abusive behavior, trauma responses, past lives, self discovery, emotional manipulation, lying by omission, threesome, smut, angst, fluff, heavy angst, darker themes, knotting, werewolf behavior, gun play, knife play, blood play, breath play, spanking, choking, F/M/M, more to be added, major character death, MDNI
Your instincts kick in before you have time to register what's happening. But as fast as you are--you can never outrun fate. Now the most important person in your life is gone for the second and final time. Your memories are slowly fading only for new ones to come in their place. You don't know who you can trust. All you know is that you must learn to breathe again.
Tag List: @aiycnlyme, @aweebs, @jo260401, @blackhearteyes999
TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
Word Count: 4,495
Tattoos & Tequila - Chapter 13 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Getting from the shop to my place was a lesson in patience that almost had me laughing hysterically on the sidewalk.
You know when you're so desperate for something that everything that happened before you got it felt like it took an eternity?
Yeah. That was how things went as soon as Sylus suggested ‘taking things elsewhere.’
After a few more kisses that almost led to me pinned to a wall with Caleb buried as deep as he could get, the three of us finally separated long enough to get dressed.
Which we did quickly.
None of us spoke… the tension in the air was thick enough I could almost taste it, and the result was my skirt twisted around my hips and Sylus’ shirt on inside out and backwards.
Caleb couldn't keep his eyes or his hands off me. He kept grabbing my ass or my hip and pressing kisses along my shoulders and neck, his touch leaving my body feeling like it was on fire all over again.
I knew he was desperate… I was too but something about knowing that he couldn't look at or touch me enough made my stomach clench.
Sylus was quiet the whole time, but I could feel his gaze on me like a physical touch, tracing every dip and curve like he was memorizing where he wanted to put his mouth and hands first once we were at my place.
It wasn’t until we got outside and they discovered I had walked and would need to ride with one of them that things got interesting.
Caleb's smirk was instantaneous, sharp as a blade. "You're riding with me."
Sylus' hand shot out and grasped my wrist. "Like hell she is."
The tension between them crackled before Caleb leaned in, his voice dropping to that rough murmur that made my stomach flip, "You plan to fight me for it? If I win, I think I’ll have her sit on my cock the whole way there."
He turned to look at me, gaze heated.
"Think about it…" he murmured, taking a step closer. "My cock inside your tight little pussy the whole way…" another step "… think anyone will notice?" another step until he was right in front of me "Would you be able to keep a straight face or would your desire be written all over your face?"
Heat flared in me, my eyes going a little hazy as I pictured the scene he was painting. I could already feel my cheeks warming at the thought of it, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from reacting and begging him to do it.
Sylus let out a dark, humorless laugh as he watched the flush spread across my skin. His grip on my wrist tightened just enough to make me whimper—eyes flashing red with something dangerous.
"Oh?" he murmured, stepping forward until his chest was pressed against my back. "Would you like that, kitten?"
I shuddered, a low whimper leaving my lips before I could stop it.
Caleb's smirk widened into something downright feral.
"Look at that," he murmured, reaching out to drag a rough fingertip along my bottom lip. "You want it."
"That's not an answer, kitten," Sylus murmured, his hand sliding down to grip the curve of my ass before adding darkly, "Use your words. Do you want to ride his cock while he drives?"
"Y-yes," I admitted in a shaky whisper… the confession seeming to send electricity crackling between all three of us.
Caleb let out a low chuckle, his thumb dragging across my lips before pulling back.
"Guess that's settled then," he murmured with a glance at Sylus.
Sylus' grip on my wrist tightened for a fraction of a second, eyes flashing dangerously as he stared Caleb down then, with terrifying calm, he released me and took a step back.
"Fine." The word came out like gravel underfoot. "But you don't get to come until we get there." His gaze flicked to me, dark with promise, then back to Caleb.
"Either of you," he mumbled with a smirk.
The smirk on Caleb’s face faltered for just a second, surprise flickering in his eyes before it was quickly smothered by something far more dangerous.
"Fuck," he rasped, running a hand through his dark hair as he let out a rough exhale.
"You worried you can't make it?" Sylus asked, his voice mocking as he raised one eyebrow.
Caleb's gaze snapped back to his and he bared his teeth.
"I'll make it, don't worry."
And as soon as he said the words, I felt my stomach drop.
This was going to be a long ride… literally.
Sylus' smirk widened, the expression almost looking bloodthirsty.
"Good." He turned to look at me. "Try not to make a mess before we get there."
I felt my cheeks go bright red but I kept my mouth shut as I watched Caleb walk over to his bike then straddle the seat before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull his cock out.
"Come on, baby," he purred. "Time to go for a ride."
I felt my heart skip a beat then a shiver ran down my spine as I stared at the long, thick length in his fist warily… sitting on his cock while he drove to my place was going to be torture but I was a big girl, and I could handle this.
Right?
Walking up to the bike, I tried to keep my expression casual as if my heart wasn't beating so hard I felt like it might come up my throat.
I straddled the seat in front of him, put my hands on the handlebars and leaned forward with my ass in the air… silently waiting to see what he would do.
He chuckled, his hand settling on my thigh.
"Eager, are you?" he teased.
I tried to keep from trembling as I looked over my shoulder at him.
"Shut up."
"Tsk, not a very nice way to talk to your ride," he mumbled while stroking his cock.
Seconds later, he notched the head of his cock against my entrance and pushed.
I bit my lip hard enough to hurt, trying and failing to suppress a moan as he guided himself into me inch by torturous inch. My fingers clenched around the handlebars until my knuckles turned white, legs trembling as I lowered my ass until I was sitting in his lap.
"Fuck..." he rasped, hands flexing on my waist like he was physically holding himself back from saying fuck it and wrecking me right here in the parking lot.
Sylus, who had been watching the whole time with an expression that could only be described as hungry, let out a dark chuckle.
"You feel that?" Caleb rasped against my ear as he ground his hips up against mine. "How hard I am? And we haven't even started the bike yet..."
He punctuated the last few words by rolling his hips upward in one slow drag that had my pussy squeezing around him as my eyes slid shut with a low moan.
"Careful, kitten," Sylus murmured warningly. "No coming until I say so…"
My eyes snapped open, and I realized I had unconsciously leaned back against Caleb's chest until my head was resting on his shoulder as I rocked my ass against him.
"Damn it—" Caleb bit out, his grip on my hips turning bruising. "She’s not gonna last."
I whimpered pathetically when Sylus stepped close enough that I could feel the heat or his body as he dragged a fingertip up the inside of my thigh until his fingers drifted over my clit.
"No," he agreed smoothly, voice dripping with amusement. "She won't."
Then he reached down and started the bike with a dark chuckle.
The roar of the engine vibrated through my entire body, sending a jolt straight to my pussy as Caleb's hips snapped up involuntarily. My back arched off his chest with a sharp cry because it was almost too much too fast as my hips spasmed, the movements causing my wet pussy to slide up and down his thick length.
Sylus' smirk turned downright predatory as he revved the bike before leaning in close enough for his breath to ghost hot over my neck.
"You think this is bad?" A calloused thumb pressed hard circles into that swollen little bundle of nerves between my legs. "Wait till we hit every pothole on the way home."
Caleb let out something between a laugh and groan as he palmed one side of my ass roughly and rocked his hips.
"She's gonna break my cock off if she gets any tighter."
"You'll survive," Sylus murmured with a smirk before smoothing my skirt down so no one would be able to tell I was impaled on eight inches of cock before stepping back with a sharp clap.
"Now let’s get moving and remember… no coming, pretty boy."
"Yeah, yeah," Caleb grumbled then leaned forward and revved the bike before taking off.
The ride to my place was pure torture on every level.
Traffic seemed to suddenly triple.
Every stoplight turned into the longest minute of my life even though Caleb was taking every goddamn shortcut he knew of.
Potholes?
Ohhh the potholes.
Every single one of them sent a brutal jolt through my body, the rough pavement jostling me in Caleb's lap with enough force to make his cock slam up into that sweet spot deep inside me every… single… time.
My pussy would clench around him… tight and wet… and I could feel the tension in his body as he fought not to rut up into me like an animal.
Sylus rode behind us the whole way and I could feel the weight of his gaze burning into the back of my skull every time I let out a sharp cry or choked back another moan.
We weren’t that far from my place when Caleb snapped.
"Fuck this," he snarled at a stoplight.
One hand slid from the handlebar up my waist then beneath my shirt until his calloused fingers pinched my nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mngh…" I mumbled, throwing my head back against his shoulder.
"Gonna come," he growled, voice wrecked beyond recognition as his other palm pressed down firmly on my lower belly to hold me in place as his hips pulsed against my ass.
"Pretty boy," Sylus warned, a dark undercurrent of danger threaded through his voice.
My breath hitched, my head snapping to the side just in time to see him watching us with a warning glint in his eyes.
"Behave," he bit out. "We're almost there."
With an almost visible effort, Caleb let out a strangled exhale and put his hands back to the handlebars just as the light went green.
"Good boy," Sylus murmured, the words almost drowned out by the squeal of tires on pavement as the bike took off again.
"Fuck off," Caleb growled, whether it was directed at Sylus or himself, I didn’t know.
His hips jerked upward involuntarily as we hit another bump, and this time when my body clamped down around him in pleasure?
He groaned… loud enough that even over the roar of engines and traffic Sylus heard.
Sylus' bike swerved dangerously close to ours, his gloved hand reaching out to slap Caleb’s ass as we slowed down for the last light before we reached my place.
"You come and you won’t like how I punish you," he growled, red eyes flashing.
Caleb inhaled sharply, his chest vibrating with a dark chuckle against my back as he deliberately rolled his hips upward just once, slow and filthy.
"I’m almost tempted to come just to see what he’ll do," he whispered in my ear.
I let out a strangled gasp, my nails digging into the handlebars as I felt Caleb's cock twitch inside me as if the idea of Sylus’ ‘punishment’ was almost too much for him to resist.
"Y-you wouldn't," I breathed, but the way his hips stuttered told me he absolutely would.
His hands left the handlebars and gripped my hips like a vice, his face burying against my neck while he grunted like a feral animal and started thrusting up into my pussy hard enough to make my vision go white around the edges.
"I would…" he growled, one hand sliding up my front, fingers closing around my neck to hold me in place then I felt his teeth sinking into the muscle between my neck and shoulder.
"You're pushing your luck, pretty boy," Sylus warned, his voice a menacing rumble that made my heart drop to my stomach. "You’re going to break the rules and come, right here… in the middle of a public street… where anyone might see?"
Caleb’s movements slowed as he lifted his head to glare back at Sylus with narrow eyes.
"I might."
A dark chuckle slipped from Sylus’ throat as he met Caleb's gaze with a cool look.
"Lights green."
Caleb’s gaze flicked to where the light was now flashing green, and he swore before releasing me to grab the handlebars and gun the engine like a man possessed.
I could do nothing but hold on for dear life as the bike shot forward.
A few minutes later, we screeched to a halt in my driveway.
As soon as the bike shut off, Caleb’s hands were around my waist, lifting me off his stiff cock and guiding me off the bike.
Sylus was off his bike in a flash, boots hitting the pavement with force as he stalked toward us, red eyes burning like live coals.
Caleb barely had time to swing a leg over his bike before Sylus’ hand shot out and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragging him towards the front door while I trailed behind them.
Once we were under the porch, he yanked Caleb forward until their noses nearly touched.
"You’re real fucking lucky you didn’t come because if you had your punishment would be a hell of a lot worse than it’s going to be," Sylus growled, voice low enough that only we could hear it. "Now get that sweet ass inside and strip."
A muscle ticked in Caleb's jaw but there was no hesitation when he followed me through the doorway and pulled his shirt over his head while toeing off his boots.
Sylus didn't even glance at me as I stumbled off to the side and leaned against the wall to watch what was no doubt going to be the hottest thing I had ever seen.
He pushed Caleb’s jeans down his thighs then he was shoving him against the wall hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls.
"On your knees."
Caleb opened his mouth—probably to argue or to no doubt say something sarcastic that would no doubt piss Sylus off more—but one sharp crack of skin against bare skin made him choke on whatever smartass comment he'd been about say next as Sylus’ hand came down on the side of his bare ass.
"I said. On. Your. Knees."
It was no longer a request but a demand.
Caleb gritted his teeth and let out a ragged exhale as he slowly dropped to the ground.
I held my breath, eyes widening as I took in the sight of him like that… golden skin almost glowing in the dim light, muscles trembling with tension, dark hair falling across his forehead as he stared up at Sylus standing above him.
Sylus dragged a slow, appreciative gaze over Caleb's kneeling form… taking in the flush of anger and arousal staining his cheeks, the way his bare chest rose and fell too quickly, the way his cock bobbed against his belly as if begging for the other man’s attention.
"Look at you," Sylus murmured darkly as he stepped forward, one boot nudging between Caleb’s spread thighs so he was forced to spread them further. "On your knees where you belong."
A muscle jumped in Caleb's jaw as he swallowed hard, eyes dark and blazing… but he didn’t say a word.
Sylus reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before he reached in and pulled out his swollen cock.
"Open."
The command came so suddenly it was sharp… like a crack of a whip that had Caleb's mouth dropping open automatically.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Sylus' mouth at the response and when he spoke again, the words were thick with satisfaction.
"Good boy…"
Sylus' smirk deepened as Caleb's breath hitched—his chest rising and falling faster now, eyes flickering between Sylus’ cock and his face.
"Hands behind your back."
I watched, transfixed, as Caleb's fingers twitched like he was physically fighting the urge to grab Sylus' hips and drag him in but then his hands slid back behind him obediently, muscles flexing under golden skin as he locked them there.
Sylus let out a low chuckle before dragging the swollen head of his cock over Caleb’s bottom lip… smearing precum there like some kind of dark claim.
"Lick it," he ordered gruffly, red eyes burning with something predatory. "Show me how bad you want it."
Caleb's tongue darted out… slow and deliberate to swipe a stripe up the underside of Sylus' cock. His lashes fluttered for half a second before he locked eyes with the man towering over him then he did it again.
Sylus let out a rough groan that made my thighs press together instinctively.
"That's it," he murmured darkly, one hand fisting in Caleb’s hair to yank his head back just enough to expose his throat. "Now suck me."
Caleb didn't hesitate… just opened wider and sank down on him until his nose was pressed into the trimmed hair at the base of Sylus’ cock.
A strangled sound ripped from my chest at the sight and Sylus’ gaze snapped to me.
"You're dripping," he growled while deliberately angling his cock deeper so I could hear every wet drag of flesh on flesh.
My cheeks burned as I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.
I couldn't speak—couldn't even breathe because he was right.
I was already soaking my thighs… had been since the bike ride and he could see it just like I could see the pearlescent drop of precum sliding down the side of Caleb’s cock.
Sylus' smirk turned downright feral as he watched the struggle in my eyes—the way I clenched my thighs together like that would hide anything.
Caleb let out a raspy whine around his mouthful of cock, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sight of me so worked up. A bead of sweat slid down his temple, muscles straining to keep still when what he clearly wanted was to put his cock inside one of us.
Sylus tightened his grip in Caleb's hair and pulled him off his cock with a wet pop, leaving the other man panting and slick-lipped.
"On your feet."
He jerked his chin towards the couch and Caleb rose slowly… legs shaking and gaze a little dazed as he stumbled towards the furniture and flopped onto it with a shaky exhale.
"Knees apart."
Caleb obeyed with a swallow… his long legs spreading so everything was on display.
I watched every micro-expression as he fought to keep control of himself and failed… his eyes glazing further with every passing second as he waited for Sylus to do something.
Sylus' gaze raked over Caleb's exposed form… taking in the flush of his chest, the way his cock twitched against his stomach as if begging for attention… and the way his hole fluttered as if beckoning the other man inside.
Seconds later, Sylus was across the room and dropping to his knees between Caleb’s legs, hands sliding up Caleb's thighs, dragging against heated skin as he pushed his legs even wider.
"Fuck, pretty boy," he murmured, voice thick with something dark and possessive. "All this for me?" His thumb pressed into the slit of Caleb’s cockhead, smearing precum in slow circles under the mushroom cap then down the long length to his base.
Caleb’s breath came out in a punched-out groan.
"Mngh, Sylus… please—"
Sylus leaned in until his breath ghosted over the wet flesh... then licked one long stripe from base to tip without warning.
Caleb's entire body seized… back arching off the couch as a ragged, punched-out sound tore from his throat as his hands flew to Sylus' hair, fingers tangling in the strands like an anchor.
Sylus hummed in approval, low and dark, before taking him deep into his throat without hesitation until his nose was pressed against tattooed, golden skin. He swallowed around him, one hand gripping Caleb’s hip to keep him still while the other slid lower to palm at his ass.
"Fuck… fuck… please," Caleb begged hoarsely, hips canting up into the wet heat of Sylus' mouth. Every muscle trembled… sweat beading along his collarbones and dripping down his chest as he fought not to rut mindlessly into that sinful mouth.
Sylus hummed… the vibration wringing another broken noise from Caleb’s lips before pulling back with an obscene pop and dragging a single finger down the underside of Caleb’s cock then bringing it to his lips.
"I'm not even in you yet and you're already so damn close."
His gaze flicked up as he curled his tongue around his fingers, tasting the pre-cum there like it was a delicacy before pulling the spit slick digits away from his mouth with a smirk.
Caleb's eyes fluttered, a flush creeping up his cheeks and down his chest at the display.
"My beautiful boy," Sylus murmured, voice dripping with hunger as he lowered his hand to the base of Caleb’s cock before trailing lower where he dragged a finger over the sensitive spot just behind Caleb’s balls.
Caleb let out a strangled gasp, hips jerking up as Sylus’ fingers dragged lower until they were pressing against his fluttering entrance.
"Tight," he mused, dragging the pad of his thumb in slow circles over that sweet spot behind Caleb's balls while pressing one finger slowly inside him.
Caleb’s hips stuttered between thrusts into Sylus' grip and back against that teasing pressure. A broken sound tore from his throat when Sylus added a second finger, stretching him open with rough efficiency.
"You want my cock here?" Sylus murmured darkly, twisting those fingers deeper.
"Yes," Caleb panted, eyes blazing with need.
Sylus' smirk turned downright predatory as he curled his fingers just right, watching the way Caleb's body arched off the couch with a strangled cry in satisfaction then he was dragging his fingers out of Caleb’s body.
He growled as Caleb’s hole clenched as if beckoning him back inside, reaching back and pulling his shirt over his head before grabbing his wallet and pulling out a small pack of lube. He ripped the packet open with his teeth, squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, then pressed two back into Caleb’s hole… this time with brutal efficiency.
Caleb's breath hitched, back arching and hips jerking against the rough friction.
"Fucking perfect," Sylus murmured darkly as he twisted his wrist to drag those fingers against that spot that made Caleb let out a sharp moan.
His other hand palmed Caleb's neglected cock roughly, pumping in rough sync with each thrust of those slicked-up fingers until precum beaded at his tip.
I watched from my spot by wall—the sight making my pussy clench as I bit down hard enough on my bottom lip to draw blood. As much as I wanted to join them… I was too transfixed by what was happening to interrupt.
Sylus pulled his fingers free then notched his cockhead against Caleb’s hole and pushed.
A strangled sound ripped from Caleb's throat, fingers fisting in the fabric of the couch.
"Oh mmmm…"
Sylus' hands came down to grip his hips, fingers digging into golden skin to keep him still.
"Relax," he murmured, the word sounding like a command. "I've got you."
"Move," Caleb gasped, eyes rolling back for a second before focusing on Sylus with hazy desperation. "Please move…"
Sylus let out a dark chuckle—hot breath fanning over Caleb’s sweat-slicked skin as he dragged his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to make the leather beneath them creak.
"Perfect boy," he rasped, setting a brutal pace that had Caleb arching and making incoherent noises. "That's it… taking me so good…"
Caleb whimpered and threw his head back, exposing the sweat-slick column of his throat.
"S-Sylus—"
"That's right," Sylus growled, dragging a hand down Caleb’s chest to wrap around his cock. "Say my name."
"Sylus…"
Sylus' smirk turned downright feral as he tightened his grip on Caleb’s cock while slamming into him with enough force to make the couch screech across the floor.
"Fuck… yes," Caleb moaned, back arching like a bowstring as Sylus pistoned into that spot inside him. "Don't stop—don't you dare fucking stop!"
Sylus let out a rough laugh and leaned down to sink his teeth into Caleb’s shoulder.
"Not a chance in hell," he growled against sweat-slicked skin.
I watched, transfixed, as Caleb's body convulsed with each punishing thrust, Sylus' name spilling from his lips in a broken litany. My own hips rocked helplessly against the hand I had buried between my thighs, the slick sound of skin-on-skin and Caleb's choked moans filling the room.
Sylus suddenly stilled—cock buried to the hilt—as he dragged his thumb over Caleb’s swollen cockhead.
"Look at me," he ordered darkly.
Caleb blinked dazedly up at him through wet lashes before Sylus snapped his hips forward hard enough to make them both groan.
"Eyes on me when you come."
A ragged sound tore from Caleb’s throat as Sylus tightened his grip on his cock and started moving again… each thrust brutal and precise.
Seconds later, Caleb let out a hoarse shout, his cock pulsed against his stomach then thick, creamy ropes of come started spurting from the head of his cock.
Sylus watched with a predator's satisfaction as Caleb came apart beneath him, hips stuttering wildly while ropes of white painted his stomach and chest. His own control snapped not long after and with a guttural groan he bottomed out and spilled deep inside him.
After a few moments, he slowly pulled out and slumped back on his knees, eyes raking over the mess of golden skin and sweat in front of him while rough pants left his lips.
He glanced at me then, eyes narrowing with something dark as he took in the sight of me still pressed against the wall, cheeks flushed and breathing hard with my fingers inside my pussy and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Come here," he said, holding out a hand.
And I went, even though I had no doubt walking would be difficult tomorrow.
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#ValkoIsLoved
#WeWantValko
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Summary:
Valko x Zayne
Chapter Title: A Helping Hand
Word Count: 4,340
TW: penetrative sex between males, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 9 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Chapter 7: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Chapter 8: Red Handed
Chapter 9: A Helping Hand
"Valko, I got your message. Are you okay?"
I opened one eye with a ragged groan as my doctor’s voice echoed through my apartment.
No, I wasn’t okay. I was in rut. I was hot and needy and horny. My cock felt raw from where I had attempted to jerk myself off to alleviate the need to fuck anything that moved. My arms and thighs were shaking; the muscles in my stomach and groin were sore and twitching uncontrollably; and the sheets beneath me were covered in sweat.
I was miserable. I needed something to knock my ass out before I broke down the wall between my apartment and my neighbors and joined in on the fuck fest he’d been having with his girlfriend for the last three hours whether he wanted me there or not.
A growl worked its way up my throat as another high-pitched moan sounded through the wall behind my head followed by the headboard smacking against the wall so rapidly I couldn’t help but wonder if my neighbor was the werewolf instead of me.
"Valko? Are you here?"
Licking my lips, I pushed up on my elbows where I had been lying on my stomach humping my pillow to try to relieve the ache between my thighs and called out, "In here."
Sighing, I rolled away from the pillow just as Zayne appeared in the doorway, his medical bag in hand and a flustered look on his face as his eyes landed on my very naked and erect body. His eyes widened, then immediately darted to the ceiling like he could will himself invisible, his face flushed crimson. "Uh shit," he muttered under his breath, gripping the medical bag tighter and moving it so it was in front of his groin. "Can you… um… cover up?"
My ears twitched at the husky sound of his voice then the scent of his arousal hit me, and I almost launched myself off the bed at him. But… I controlled myself, dropping my head back on the mattress with a groan. "No… anything against my skin makes it worse."
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, but I could feel those gorgeous green eyes on me… no doubt looking at my sweat slicked skin, my trembling limbs and my rigid cock where it pulsed against my stomach as if silently beckoning him to come closer.
The air was suddenly thicker with heat. Not just from my rut, but from him. As his body heated with embarrassment and arousal, his scent grew stronger… clean soap and something warm like cinnamon and mint mixing dangerously with my muskier, pine forest and rain scent.
And gods, I could hear his heartbeat thrumming fast. He was nervous… turned on. I turned my head slowly toward him, golden eyes meeting green through the dim glow of light from my bedside lamp and another low growl left my throat before I could stop it.
His breath hitched—just slightly—but I heard it. Like a gunshot in the silence. His fingers twitched around the bag again, his knuckles whitening as his pulse jumped at his throat. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something clinical or professional, but no words came out.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to stay still because moving would set off the instincts telling me my attention wouldn’t be rejected if I stood up and approached him. "Can you give me something to help with the rut?" I asked hoarsely.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried and failed to keep his gaze anywhere but on my cock or the way my hips seemed to unconsciously mimic the actions of sex.
The room felt like it had shrunk. Too small. Too hot. His scent was everywhere now, and it made the rut worse, so much worse, but not in a bad way. In a dangerous way because it was taking everything in me not to give him what he so clearly wanted.
His doctor brain was fighting with the need that was written all over his face… the flush creeping down his neck wasn't just embarrassment anymore; it was arousal responding to mine like magnets being pulled together. He shifted slightly on his feet before speaking, voice low and shaky as he took a step closer. "I-I don’t carry sedatives for ruts… they’re rare… I-"
He trailed off as he unconsciously took another step closer. His shoe squeaked against the hardwood floor, soft but deafening in the quiet room. The bag slipped from his grip and hit the ground with a thud, quickly forgotten. Then his hands lifted towards me, palms open.
God… he smelled so good. That cinnamon-mint mix wrapping around my senses now that he was closer. Clean doctor mixed with nervous sweat… sweet panic… desire.
My ears flattened completely against my skull… not out of anger but surrender because I didn’t know what he was going to do once he reached me, but I was going to let him do it. My tail flicked into view, the thick bushy black appendage curling around my thigh as I lay still… waiting to see if he would give into his desires or if he stayed the calm, cool doctor I had always known.
His breath came faster, shallow and uneven, as he reached the edge of the bed. His hands hovered. Not touching. Just… there. Trembling slightly. Then he reached out, one warm palm pressing flat against my chest, right over my pounding heartbeat. His touch was featherlight, clinical at first like he didn’t know what to do but then his palm slid down my chest slowly, carefully testing the heat of my skin through the sweat.
A full-body shudder rolled through me; my eyes fluttering shut for half a second before snapping back open to watch him. Zayne—the composed doctor who always wore suits and had polite words for everyone—standing over me with parted lips and green eyes full of something far less professional than there should be.
His touch grew bolder, sliding down my chest, becoming firmer… fingers spreading wide as they glided over the ridges of my abs, tracing muscles that twitched. His breath hitched again when I arched into his touch with a growl and that seemed to embolden him…
That hand slide down past my navel. Past the V-line leading to my hips. And then… he paused just above where I ached most—the knot at the base of my cock, thick and flushed with blood and need—and for one agonizing second, neither of us moved.
The silence stretched, thick and electric.
His hand hovered just above my hipbone, so close but not close enough. His palm radiated warmth through the thin layer of sweat on my skin, teasing me. My cock throbbed visibly with every heartbeat, a steady pulse that made the head glisten in the lamplight. A single drop formed at the slit… then another… before trailing down my length, slow and torturous.
I didn’t breathe. Just watched him, the way his eyelashes fluttered as he stared down at me, how his lower lip caught between his teeth for a brief second like he was thinking about it then…
He exhaled and his resolve snapped. One second, he was hovering. The next, his hand dropped… warm palm sliding over my hip and wrapping around the base of my cock with sudden certainty. A gasp tore from me, not just from surprise at being touched after hours of desperate frustration but because his touch was careful. Almost clinical.
His fingers were soft but firm as they curled around me, testing the heat and weight of me in his palm before slowly stroking upward along my length in one slow glide. I arched immediately, a broken groan tearing through my clenched teeth as pleasure surged through every nerve ending.
The first stroke was electric, like lightning down my spine, but the second was better. Slower, deliberate… a full pump from root to tip. His thumb swiped over the leaking head with featherlight pressure and I jerked, hips lifting off the bed as a guttural growl ripped from my chest. My claws unsheathed on instinct, tearing into the mattress beneath me while my tail lashed wildly behind me as I fought the urge to grab him and flip him beneath me.
His touch became bolder, more confident—each stroke smooth and measured as he watched me. Learned what made me twitch and what made me moan the loudest. Every swipe of his thumb over the head sent sparks behind my eyelids, every firm glid up and down my length made heat coil tighter in my gut. Then his other hand wrapped tightly around my base, pressing down hard on the knot there and I about came off the bed.
The pressure sent a shockwave of raw pleasure through me so intense that it bordered on painful. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I bucked into his grip, claws shredding the mattress as a full-body shudder wracked me. Sweat dripped down my temples; every breath came in short gasps; my gaze went hazy as my body spasmed.
His eyes widened slightly at my reaction, and he adjusted his grip instantly: one hand stroking above with firm precision while the other applied steady pressure to the sensitive knot below. The dual sensation was almost too much. I thrashed, a mess of growls and whimpers leaving my lips as he worked me with a doctor's precision, mixing clinical focus with growing desire.
His green eyes never left mine. They were dark now, pupils blown wide with lust despite his professional demeanor. "Can you come like this?" he mumbled.
The question… so clinical, yet so filthy coming from his lips sent a jolt through me. I couldn’t speak. My brain was fried, reduced to pure sensation and instinct. All I could do was shake my head frantically because no, this wasn’t enough. Not when the rut had been building for days without relief. Not when I felt like I was about to explode.
My cock throbbed in his grip like it had its own heartbeat now, slick with pre-cum and straining under the pressure of his hands. A whine escaped me—a high-pitched sound no alpha should ever make—and that seemed to undo something in him. He licked his lips and slowed his strokes, making me whine again in protest. "Do you need to actually have sex to come?"
His voice was low, careful… like he was diagnosing a condition instead of asking if I wanted to fuck him. But the way his thumb lingered on my leaking tip said otherwise. He wanted this… wanted me to put my cock inside him and knot him.
I nodded fast, too desperate for words. My cock pulsed violently in his grip, hips jerking up into his touch again in silent plea: Yes. Please. Now.
He exhaled sharply through his nose and glanced down. For one agonizing second, I thought maybe protocol would win out… maybe professionalism would make him stop and suggest a cold shower or offer to call someone to come handle this, but he pulled his hands away and stood up so he could remove his clothes.
The soft rustle of fabric filled the silence as he unbuttoned his shirt with careful, deliberate movements then peeled it off, revealing smooth skin stretched over a lean but toned frame. He wasn’t bulky like me but slender with just enough muscle definition from years at the gym. His green eyes stayed locked on mine as each piece of clothing came off until he stood naked.
My breath caught in my throat as I drank him in. Moonlight from the window spilled over his skin, highlighting every muscle of his chest, the gentle slope of his shoulders, that narrow waist leading to hips that flared just slightly beneath a neat trail of dark hair leading to his hard cock.
That faint flush had returned to his cheeks and neck… spreading down over his collarbones and chest. He didn’t speak again—no more clinical questions or nervous rambling—but stepped toward the bed with quiet confidence. One knee pressed into the mattress beside my hip; then the other on the opposite side until he was straddling me. "Lubricant?"
I blinked, dazed by his sudden boldness… the shift from hesitant doctor to someone ready to ride me and take my knot was dizzying. My brain struggled to catch up. "Under the pillow," I managed to croak out.
He reached over, fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment as he tugged the small bottle from beneath my pillow. The click of it opening was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He squeezed a generous amount onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to warm it. Then he leaned down slowly until our lips were just a breath apart. His mouth hovered there… so close I could feel every warm exhale against mine… but he didn’t kiss me. Instead, one slick hand slid behind him and began working the lube into his hole.
I nearly lost my damn mind. My eyes tracked every movement. The way his hips lifted slightly to give himself better access. How his breath hitched as two fingers slipped past that tight ring of muscle with a quiet pop. A soft moan escaped him, unfiltered and real, and my cock twitched violently in response.
I wanted to touch him so badly. To flip us over and pin him down while I claimed that body for myself… but this was his moment. He was taking control here and I’d let him have it because watching Dr Zayne go from professional doctor to eager lover was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My jaw clenched as he added a third finger, his expression a mix of concentration and pleasure. The wet sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room, each slow slide of his fingers drawing another soft gasp or whimper from him. His free hand braced against my chest for balance, palm flat over my hammering heartbeat.
Every now and then, he’d curve those fingers just right and when he did a little shiver ran through him and that pretty mouth parted on an erotic moan. I was about ready to beg when he pulled his fingers free and licked his lips. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lifted himself slightly… hovering over me on his knees. One hand braced against the mattress beside of my head as he shifted forward, using the other hand to grab my cock and notch the tip against his hole.
And then… he sank down. A slow, careful descent that made both our breaths catch at once.
The first inch was pure agony… delicious agony. His heat swallowed me in a vice grip, so tight it made my vision blur at the edges. I gritted my teeth hard enough to hurt, claws digging into the mattress again as every nerve screamed with sensation. The slick warmth of him pulsed around me, his body adjusting inch by torturously slow inch.
His brows knit together; lips parted on silent gasps. Sweat already glistened on his forehead from concentration alone as he lowered himself further. I could feel every ridge inside him gripping me like velvet fire; every twitch of muscle as he took more without rushing.
A whimper escaped his throat when his ass met my knot, a soft sound that went straight through me. The knot was the thickest part, and I could feel him trembling from effort as he tried to take it. His body tensed around me—tight, so tight—as his muscles adjusted to the stretch. A quiet whine slipped past his lips—not pain exactly, but that overwhelming fullness of being stretched by a cock designed for breeding.
I held my breath. My eyes locked onto his face: flushed cheeks, parted lips, breathing in shallow pants… those long lashes fluttering with every small adjustment of his hips. Then with a deep breath he lowered himself completely until my entire length disappeared inside him and our bodies pressed together, his ass resting fully against my pelvis.
He let out a shuddering exhale that ghosted over my lips and for a second, neither of us moved. Then he shifted slightly, a tiny roll of his hips, and the sensation wrecked me. A guttural groan tore from deep in my chest as the friction sent electric jolts through every nerve.
His eyes fluttered shut when he rocked again… testing… learning how it felt to move while I was sheathed completely inside him. This time there was less hesitation—more confidence—and when he lifted himself halfway off my cock before sinking back down slowly my head fell back against the pillow with a choked growl.
His movements grew bolder with each rise and fall, finding a rhythm that made his breath come faster. Every time he dropped back down, his body would clench around my length, and I swore my soul left my body for a second each time. The headboard creaked and banged against the wall with every bounce of his hips, the sound blending with our heavy breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin.
The pace increased, his thighs flexing beautifully as he began riding me faster, his movements no longer cautious but hungry. Each bounce made the bed shake, the springs squeak in protest. His hands braced against my chest for leverage; fingers splayed over my pecs as he used them to push himself up and down.
My eyes rolled back, every muscle in my body tensed with restraint because I wanted to grab him, flip us over, pin him down and fuck into that perfect heat with reckless abandon. When he twisted his hips in a slow circular grind on the next downward thrust that was it.
That single, sinful twist shattered my control.
A snarl ripped from my throat as I surged upward, one arm hooking around his waist while the other cupped the back of his head and in one fluid motion I flipped us. The mattress groaned beneath the sudden movement and before he could even gasp, I had him pinned beneath me.
His surprised yelp turned into a moan when I immediately started slamming into him without hesitation… deep, hard strokes that drove every inch of my cock inside his perfect ass with brutal precision. My hips pistoned against him with wolfish hunger; no finesse, just pure instinct to claim and breed.
Each thrust made his body jolt farther up the bed until he braced himself with trembling hands against the headboard to keep from slamming against it. His breathing came in ragged pants and soft cries, each one fueling me further as sweat dripped down my face onto his chest.
His body arched off the bed beneath mine, moans pitching higher, loud and desperate as pleasure overtook him completely. One hand left the headboard to claw at my shoulder while his legs locked around my waist instinctively to pull me even deeper with each stroke.
My knot swelled slightly at the base, a warning sign that I was reaching my peak, and when he felt it during one particularly deep grind… he whimpered and clenched around my cock so hard that for a moment I couldn’t move.
The sudden tightness made me freeze mid-thrust, a strangled groan escaping me as his body squeezed me like a vice. My hips jerked, chasing the sensation even though I couldn't move properly. "Zayne," I growled low in warning because that squeeze had been too much… too good… and if he did it again right now when my knot was already swelling for mating… I wouldn’t be able to pull out before it swelled inside him.
But he was beyond listening anymore; face flushed, lips swollen from biting them and eyes glazed over with pleasure. He was completely lost to it and operating solely on instinct too. So much so he arched beneath me again and clenched again with a moan.
A feral snarl tore from my chest as I dropped all pretense of restraint and let the werewolf take over. My hips slammed into him with punishing force, each thrust deeper and faster than the last, chasing that tight heat like an animal starved for it. The bed creaked violently beneath us; headboard banging so hard against the wall it sounded like we were demolishing the apartment.
My hands caged his face as I finally dropped to my elbows and kissed him, a messy clash of teeth, tongues and desperate breaths. No finesse, just hunger. He moaned into my mouth when our bodies collided again mid-kiss, his body rocking up to meet every brutal snap of my hips.
And then… things changed. His body clamped down as he came with a deep, guttural groan. My hips stuttered as my knot swelled fully, the thick base locking at its widest point inside him, anchoring us together as my release surged through me. The pleasure was overwhelming—white-hot and all-consuming—as I came harder than I ever had before.
I didn't pull out like I had intended. Couldn't even if I had wanted to.
The moment my knot fully locked inside him, time seemed to stop. Deep growls poured from my throat as my body trembled and convulsed, pulse after pulse of my release surging out of my cock, filling him with each thick spurt.
A shuddering gasp tore from his lips as he felt me swell impossibly thicker, that thick ridge of muscle forming a solid plug deep within his body that would hold us together for a while. His back arched off the bed like he'd been electrocuted, green eyes flying wide open with shock before they glazed over completely as another powerful orgasm ripped through his lean frame.
His fingers tangled desperately in my sweat-damp hair, his body convulsing beneath mine. Tears pricked at the corners of those pretty green eyes; hips twitching weakly against mine even though we couldn’t move apart. His inner walls fluttered around me relentlessly, massaging every drop out of me.
I didn't kiss him again because I couldn’t. My breathing was too ragged, my whole body shaking with the aftershocks of an orgasm so intense it felt like I'd been hollowed out and rebuilt. Instead, I just collapsed, careful not to crush his smaller frame but pressing our chests together as my forehead dropped against his shoulder. My lips brushed his collarbone in soft, exhausted kisses while our heartbeats thudded wildly against each other.
The room was silent except for our labored breathing and the occasional creak of the bed. My knot stayed firm, a thick tether that kept us connected as I slowly came down from my high. He whimpered quietly when I accidentally moved a little too much on top of him; his body oversensitive from coming twice and being stuffed full.
My arms tightened around him instinctively at the small sound. Even though the rut was temporarily sated, my wolf instincts were still roaring in triumph at having claimed this beautiful man and I couldn’t seem to help myself. It also didn’t help that he smelled so good… like mine.
I nuzzled his temple with my nose, inhaling deeply—the scent of sex and sweat and him mixing into something intoxicating. My lips found his forehead next before trailing down to press against the corner of his mouth.
He stayed pliant beneath me, boneless and utterly spent—his usual composed doctor demeanor completely shattered. His eyelids fluttered at each tender kiss I pressed to his skin, too blissed-out and overstimulated to react much beyond a soft sigh or the faintest part of his lips.
One of my hands slid up his side in slow strokes, gentle now compared to how rough I'd been before and when my thumb brushed over a sensitive nipple, he flinched with a tiny gasp that made me smile against his jaw.
"You cannot seriously want more after that," he mumbled tiredly.
"Can't help it," I murmured, nipping at his jaw before dragging my tongue down his throat. I nipped at his pulse point with my fangs then buried my face in his neck. "You smell like me now and I want to mark you up some more."
The words came out more possessive than I meant them to… low and gravelly, laced with primal satisfaction. My teeth grazed his throat again, not hard enough to break skin for a claiming mark but enough for him to feel the sharp pressure before I soothed it with my tongue.
"Ohhh," he whined softly. His hands weakly pushed at my shoulders—not in rejection but because he was overstimulated—and when I finally lifted my head slightly, his expression was dazed. Lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed pink all the way down his neck… beautiful and mine.
The moment my knot deflated enough to allow movement, I instinctively rolled my hips—gentle at first, testing. A soft grunt escaped me as the new friction sent a spark through me. My cock was still hard inside him, sensitive but I couldn’t wait. I wanted… no needed more.
My hips rolled slowly with gentle rocking motions rather than the frantic thrusts from before. Just testing… seeing how he’d react now that we weren’t locked together anymore. His legs tightened around my waist; a quiet noise escaping him—a low whine, the sound a mixture of surprise and reluctant pleasure—and that was all I needed.
I smirked against his skin then my lips found his again in a lazy kiss that deepened as I rocked into him with deliberate ease. "So needy," I mumbled in satisfaction.
"Don’t… mmhm… don’t get used to this," he mumbled against my lips, his fingers curling weakly into my hair as a deep stroke made him arch and cry out. "Too late," I murmured before capturing his lips again.
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Summary:
Valko x Caleb
Chapter Title: Red Handed
Word Count: 2,705
TW: smut, jerking off, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 8 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Chapter 7: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Chapter 8: Red Handed
Laundry day.
A day I both looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. Because her scent was stronger than normal. That sweet vanilla and lemon perfume she loved so much wrapped up in a unique musky scent that was uniquely hers.
I couldn’t walk into a single space in our apartment without smelling her but the laundry basket in her room was where her scent was strongest. The dirty laundry there always tempting me to dump her clothes on the floor and roll around in them so her scent was all over me.
But… that would be weird since we were nothing more than roommates so instead of doing what my werewolf instincts were telling me, I picked up the full basket and carried it into the laundry room.
Sitting the basket on the dryer, I glared at it for a few moments, dreading this part the most. Sorting her work clothes from her street clothes so I could wash them separately. Normally I wouldn’t have even bothered and dumped them into the washer to avoid torturing myself but the first and last time I had washed everything together I had gotten a lecture.
"Valko, if you wash my clothes together the colors from my regular clothes will bleed into my work clothes! There’s no way I’m going to wear a pink shirt to fight Wanderers in! I’ll never hear the end of it from my coworkers!"
After that, I had never mixed her clothes again.
I hated this.
Hated how something so simple made my chest tighten and my claws prick at my palms. It made me want to just walk up to her and bury my face in her neck and inhale that erotic scent straight from the source… consequences be damn.
But I couldn’t do that… we were friends. Roommates. Nothing more.
Huffing, I stared at the basket for another long minute then reached for a pair of black jeans then a pale blue T-shirt followed by a pair of underwear and socks.
Each item carried her scent strongly. Her warmth. Her presence.
A low growl rumbled in my throat when I picked up her favorite hoodie, the one she always wore with leggings on Sundays because it was part of her ‘weekend relaxation outfit.’ It had a dark stain on the sleeve from when she had tried helping me change the oil in my bike, but she still wore it stating that the stain gave it character.
Then I held up one of the dark blue heavy-duty shirts she wore to work and my ears twitched. It smelled like her sweat with a faint hint of blood from where she’d cut her arm taking down a Wanderer a few days ago.
I clenched my jaw, claws digging into the material slightly as the urge to go hunt her down and investigate the wound to make sure it was healing properly hit me. But… once again I forced myself to take a deep breath to fight my instincts and loosened my hold with a swallow.
No shifting right now. No hunting her down. Calm… cool… collected.
With careful precision, I kept sorting: black pants… more socks… another pair of jeans…
I froze when my eyes landed on a pair of pale blue panties.
The fabric looked soft—cotton, maybe—but the scent that hit me was a lightning strike straight to the brain. Sweet vanilla and lemon, yes… but underneath? Warm skin. Heat. Her most intimate scent. Stronger than normal… almost like she had been aroused while wearing that particular pair of panties.
My breath hitched. A full-body tremor ran through me as I pulled my hand away and closed my eyes.
I shouldn’t touch them. Shouldn't imagine what she looked like in them. Definitely shouldn’t want to bring them to my nose and smell them while touching myself.
My eyes flicked down to the pale blue fabric again, my pulse hammering in my ears. The rational part of me screamed no. This is wrong. She trusts me to do her laundry, not to use her dirty underwear to fulfill my twisted fantasies.
But the wolf? The wolf didn’t care about right or wrong.
It wanted to know everything… how soft they’d feel against my skin if I wrapped them around my cock, what had she done while wearing them for her scent to be that strong… whether they still carried traces of her pussy juices.
A low growl rumbled deep in my chest, and I grabbed that tiny scrap of fabric before I could change my mind, clutching them tightly in my fist, the soft fabric cool against my skin. My breath came fast and shallow, ears flattening against my skull, tail rigid with tension as it swayed back and forth behind me.
Every instinct screamed yes… she is yours. Claim it. Smell it. Own this piece of her.
And I couldn’t help but answer that call…
I lifted them slowly to my nose and the second I inhaled… a jolt ripped through me like lightning down a live wire.
She smelled divine.
Not just clean or sweet. Not just vanilla or lemon—but her. Heat where no one sees… that quiet intimacy only she knew about… and here I was holding proof of it like some sacred relic stolen from a shrine meant for the gods.
My cock twitched violently inside my jeans. Hard. Painful. Unavoidable.
The world narrowed to her panties pressed against my nose, her scent flooding every nerve ending.
I didn’t move. Just breathed in again and again like I was starving for it. Because I was.
A whine escaped me… a quiet, desperate sound I’d never made before. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, and I couldn't help but reach down, unbuttoning then unzipping my pants one handed before pulling my cock out.
The cool air hit my heated skin, but it did nothing to ease the ache. My cock was thick and flushed in my palm… glistening at the tip and pulsing with every rapid beat of my heart. Inhaling again, I didn’t hesitate in doing what had been on my mind since I had caught that sweet scent.
With the panties still clutched in one hand, I wrapped them around my cock then dragged them slowly down over my length, letting the soft cotton slide along the sensitive skin. A shudder ripped through me at how right it felt. Her musk mixing with mine now; arousal so potent it made everything else fade away: time, place… guilt…
The friction was electric—soft fabric against hard, aching flesh. Every slide sent sparks up my spine, a dizzying mix of her scent in the air and the heat building between my legs making me almost dizzy.
I started moving my hand along my cock, slowly at first, the panties sliding up and down in a tight grip while I used the other hand to gently thumb over the wet tip where pre-cum had gathered. Each stroke pulled another quiet whine from me, noises I couldn’t suppress.
My hips twitched upward, chasing more friction as my breath came in ragged gasps. The panties were soaked now with sweat from my grip and pre-cum, clinging to me like a second skin.
I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to.
Leaning back against the washing machine for support, I started jerking off properly, fear of being caught completely gone as pleasure zipped down my spine. The cold metal pressed into my back, but I barely felt it—every nerve was alight with her scent, wrapped around me like a fever dream.
My hips rolled up into each stroke as I fisted both hands now—one gripping her soaked panties tight at the base of my cock, the other working just above them to twist and squeeze where skin met fabric up to the broad head where I swiped my thumb through the precum and smeared it down the sides.
A sharp gasp tore from me when I hit a particularly sensitive spot on an upward thrust—the panties catching the tip just right—and suddenly pleasure coiled low in my gut so intensely that for a second all sound vanished.
I was seconds from coming and probably would have if not for a low chuckle followed by a deep voice. "Now that’s an interesting way to do laundry."
The voice hit me like a bucket of ice water.
I froze. Every muscle in my body locked… sweat sliding down my chest and stomach, my hand still wrapped around my cock, her panties clinging to my length, breath ragged and mouth slightly open.
Slowly, I turned my head toward the doorway.
And there was Caleb… my other roommate.
The door creaked open wider, revealing the other man. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and a grin. His dark hair was messy like he’d just woken up from a nap and his gorgeous purple eyes glinting with amusement.
For one endless second neither of us moved. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioner and my ragged breathing filling the awkward silence between us.
"Didn't know laundry day got you this… motivated," he said slowly, dragging out the last word with obvious delight.
My face burned hotter than a fire in summer but I didn’t say a word.
His smirk widened—slow, knowing… clearly enjoying this—and I suddenly wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole. He leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed over his broad chest as his eyes roamed shamelessly from my flushed face… down my bare torso… to where her panties were tangled around my throbbing cock like some twisted love confession.
I couldn’t speak because my throat was dry as sandpaper. All I could do was stare at him, my ears pinned back flat against my skull like a guilty dog caught chewing on a favorite pair of his master’s shoes.
The silence stretched before he pushed off the frame and took one step forward into the laundry room, then another and another… each footfall deliberate, calm.
Unhurried.
The laundry room suddenly felt smaller than a closet with him in here with me. The air thicker.
My heartbeat pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.
He didn’t say anything else. Just watched me with that infuriatingly amused expression as his eyes flickered between my face and my cock.
Then… he reached out.
And plucked a pair of black panties out of the basket behind me before holding them up between two fingers like it was show-and-tell with a smirk. "Seems like I’m not the only who is addicted to her scent," he mumbled then brought the lacy fabric to his nose and inhaled.
The sight sent a jolt through me—not jealousy, not quite. Something deeper. Hotter.
Because he wasn’t disgusted. He wasn’t judging me for being some weirdo for jerking off to my roommate’s underwear.
No, he was doing the same damn thing right in front of me with that cocky smirk like he had done this before too.
And worse? That knowledge turned me on more than I already was.
He inhaled again and his eyes fluttered shut just slightly before they opened again, darker now. Less amused. More… hungry?
His chest rose and fell once with a deep sigh then without breaking eye contact… he slowly slid the panties down his bare chest to the waistband on his sweats and palmed his hard cock through the fabric.
My breath stopped.
The air in the room shifted like a storm rolling in. Heavy. Charged.
He didn’t speak as he pulled his sweats down just enough to free himself. His cock slapped against his belly, thick and already hard. He wrapped her panties around the base much like I had, his eyes locked on mine while his hand slowly slid up the long length, squeezing gently at first.
My own neglected cock twitched painfully between my thighs, as if to remind me that it wanted attention to.
The air between us thickened… becoming electric, suffocating.
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, each beat echoing.
Swallowing hard, I held his gaze and started stroking my cock again, moving slowly then picking up speed… my hips giving small rolls into the motion before I finally just let go and started moving my fist along my length faster.
Caleb didn’t look away. Not once.
We stood there—bare chests rising and falling, sweat beading at our temples—and stroked ourselves in silence with her panties wrapped around our cocks in some twisted shared secret.
Every slide of his hand sent a visible tremor through him. His purple eyes stayed locked onto mine, dark with lust but also something else… curiosity? Challenge?
He wasn’t rushing. Wasn’t saying anything cocky anymore either.
This wasn't teasing… this was real hunger playing out between us. And when he bit his lower lip on an upward stroke? When a soft groan slipped past those perfect lips?
My stomach flipped violently.
I didn’t know if this was okay, if this was going to change things between him and I, but I couldn't stop now even if the world was burning down around me.
So I kept going, fingers tightening just slightly over the head before dragging back down again slowly… deliberately making sure he saw every inch as my cock flexed in my grip.
His breath hitched audibly, his grip on his cock tightening as a low groan escaped him. His hips rolled again, more deliberately now, chasing friction like he couldn’t help it. The panties clung to him just as they did me but neither of us cared about anything but this… heat between us thickening with every passing second.
Then… slowly… he took a step forward until there was about a foot of space between us but he didn’t touch me, only leaned forward. He put his hand on the washing machine behind me and simply kept stroking his cock, his eyes flicking between my face and my length.
The proximity was suffocating. His body heat radiated against my bare skin, mingling with the scent of her and something uniquely Caleb: clean soap, sweat-salt warmth, and that stupidly attractive cologne he always wore.
He didn’t kiss me. Didn’t say anything.
My pulse hammered as I watched his lips part slightly when another soft groan escaped—this time louder—and I realized I had caused that sound. Because he couldn’t take his eyes off my cock either. Watching it twitch in my grip like it had a mind of its own.
The tension snapped like a live wire.
A deep, guttural moan ripped from my throat as pleasure exploded through me—white-hot and overwhelming. My hips jerked forward, cock throbbing violently in my hand while thick ropes of come shot out onto the panties still wrapped around me and Caleb’s stomach and cock.
Each pulse sent shockwaves up my spine. The heat was unbearable… so intense I couldn’t breathe properly for a solid three seconds as wave after wave crashed over me.
Caleb’s hand sped up over his cock as he watched me unravel, his breath catching when the first spurt of cum splattered across his abs and lower abdomen, the sticky warmth falling onto his fingers.
He didn’t pull away. Didn’t react with disgust or surprise.
Instead… something primal flashed in those purple eyes. His nostrils flared as if inhaling my scent mixed with hers and then he was coming also.
His orgasm hit like a tidal wave—sudden, powerful, unstoppable.
A broken gasp tore from his lips as his back arched slightly, his cock pulsing violently in his hand. Thick strands of come shot out over the panties still wrapped around him and splattered across my chest and stomach too—some even landing on my chest.
For a moment neither of us spoke. Just breathing hard with the aftermath buzzing between us… the air thick with sex and sweat mixed together as we stared at one another.
Then slowly… he pulled the come soaked panties off his cock and dropped them into the opening washing machine with a heated smirk. "I won’t tell if you don’t."
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In honor of Valko, I will be adding my head canons to this collection to give him a voice.
#ValkoIsLoved
#WeWantValko
#BringBackValko
Summary:
Valko, Sylus x Caleb
Chapter Title: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Word Count: 3,147
TW: oral sex, penetrative sex between males, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 7 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Chapter 7: Winner… Sucks? (Part 3)
Caleb’s breath hitched, his purple eyes darkening with something raw. He didn’t hesitate before surging forward, knocking the werewolf onto his back and climbing over top of him. The sudden shift caught Valko off guard, his golden eyes widening in surprise for half a second before Caleb was on him, straddling his waist and crashing their mouths together.
There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all teeth, tongue and desperate hunger, like Caleb had been holding himself back from what he had clearly wanted for a while but could no longer stand it. His hands gripped the other man’s jaw roughly as he kissed him with feverish intensity, nothing like the shy boy who had spent most of the night blushing at every word or touch.
Valko let out a surprised grunt but quickly melted into it, one large hand sliding up to tangle in Caleb's hair while the other wrapped around his back. The werewolf kissed back just as fiercely—mouth moving against the other man’s with equal desperation—and when they finally broke apart for air, they were panting hard as they stared at one another for a long moment.
Caleb immediately dove down again after that brief pause but instead he went lower. Not toward Valko's mouth or even his neck but straight down along that sculpted chest… nipping lightly at each nipple before moving lower over defined abs until he reached those tight hips and the large cock resting against the werewolf’s belly.
Valko tensed with a sharp inhale and a slight arch of his hips… every muscle coiled like he was bracing for something monumental. His golden eyes locked onto the man above him with an intensity that bordered on worshipful hunger.
The Colonel wrapped one hand around Valko’s thick length, giving it a slow experimental stroke from base to tip before leaning down and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the flushed head. Valko made a noise somewhere between a growl and gasp and his fingers clenched in Caleb's hair like he needed an anchor.
Then Caleb licked up the underside in one long stripe. Slow, deliberate… teasingly light compared to how the werewolf had been when the roles were reversed. The contrast had to be maddening, gentle caresses where everything else had been rough between them so far.
A low, guttural moan tore from Valko’s throat, his thighs tensing as his hips lifted off the floor, chasing that soft lick like he couldn’t help himself. Caleb smirked and did it again… one long, slow drag of his tongue from base to tip before swirling around the head with deliberate care.
Then he seemed to take pity on the werewolf or maybe just wanted to see how far he could push him and finally closed his lips around the flushed head, sucking gently while swirling that wicked tongue right where Valko needed it most.
Valko’s body arched off the floor with a choked groan, one hand fisting so tight in Caleb’s hair it had to hurt. The other hand shot out blindly toward me as if seeking contact with me too or subconsciously letting me know I hadn’t been forgotten.
I didn’t hesitate; I grabbed onto his outstretched fingers, instantly lacing our hands together tightly while watching with half-lidded eyes. My cock was hard and throbbing between my thighs and I couldn’t help but reach down and wrap my fingers around my length and start stroking.
Valko’s grip on my hand tightened as Caleb took him deeper, his breathing coming in ragged bursts through clenched teeth. His abs flexed with every shallow thrust of his hips, desperate little movements like he couldn’t stop himself.
Caleb took more into his mouth slowly… testing how much he could handle before pulling back with a wet pop and swirling that sinful tongue along the underside before diving down, taking the whole nine inches in one go.
Valko’s body jerked violently, a ragged shout tearing from his throat as both hands returned to clamp onto either side of Caleb's head while those golden eyes blew wide in shock at having every inch suddenly engulfed in tight wet heat.
For one second neither moved… then Caleb swallowed around him deliberately, sending white-hot lightning through Valko's spine, before he pulled off his length and crawled slowly up his body. The werewolf was still gasping, chest rising and falling rapidly as their lips met… this kiss slower but filled with the kind of hunger that came from wanting someone so badly it hurt.
Valko’s hands slid down to grip Caleb’s hips while their mouths moved together in perfect sync—tongues tangling, teeth nipping at each other's lips. The air smelled like sweat and sex now; thick with tension as they ground against one another. Then Valko rolled, flipping their positions effortlessly and pinned Caleb beneath his larger frame.
His mouth crashed back onto Caleb's hungrily while one hand roamed possessively: tracing collarbones, skimming down toned arms, squeezing biceps before trailing lower along defined abs, tracing one finger along Caleb’s cock then dipping lower, pressing against his hole.
Caleb gasped at that touch, body tensing with a mix of surprise and sudden, overwhelming arousal. Valko didn't push inside him yet, just applied gentle pressure there with one fingertip while watching Caleb’s face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Caleb’s lips parted in a shaky exhale then he mumbled, "You don’t have to stretch me… I use toys."
Valko's eyebrows shot up at that confession, and for a second, he just stared, processing the unexpected information. Then his expression shifted into something darker… more possessive. "Oh?" His voice dropped an octave, rough with sudden interest. "What kind of toys?"
Caleb blushed furiously and averted his eyes. "Dildos mostly…"
Valko’s pupils dilated, his fingertip pressing slightly harder against Caleb’s hole just to make him gasp. A slow smirk curled on his lips… the kind predators wore right before pouncing. "So you're used to being filled then."
"Yeah… I like it." Caleb’s admission came out in a whisper, barely audible.
Valko’s smirk widened into something downright feral then without another word, he flipped Caleb onto his stomach with effortless strength. The Colonel gasped at the abrupt movement but didn’t resist.
For one long moment there was only silence as Valko studied the broad shoulders, narrow waist and tight ass laid out before him like a buffet then he leaned over and pulled open a drawer. He grabbed a bottle of lube without hesitation and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers before tossing the bottle aside then leaned over Caleb's prone form. He pressed one hand between his shoulders to keep him still while using the other to spread the lube on his cock.
The slick sound of Valko coating himself filled the quiet room, a stark contrast to the heavy breathing coming from the three of us. Caleb trembled beneath him… head turned to the side, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed and fingers twisting into the carpet in anticipation.
Valko leaned down, positioning himself over Caleb, one hand braced against the floor while the other guided his thick length to press against that tight entrance. He didn’t push in immediately; he took a moment to tease, rubbing slow circles around the rim before applying light pressure.
Caleb’s breath came in short, shaky gasps, each one sharper than the last as the anticipation built. He looked like he wanted to protest but he kept quiet as the werewolf took his sweet time, seemingly enjoying how tense and pliant he was, how he was trembling with need… waiting. Then finally, he pressed forward enough for the broad head to breach that tight ring of muscle.
A sharp gasp tore from Caleb’s lips, his hips instinctively arching up to take him deeper. His fingers clawed at the carpet as Valko pushed deeper with agonizing slowness, inch by thick inch filling him up until his hips met those perfect ass cheeks.
Valko stayed perfectly still once fully buried inside him, letting Caleb adjust while pressing slow kisses along the back of his neck and shoulders to his ear. One large hand rubbed soothing circles on Caleb’s hip while the other carded through dark locks and held him still while whispering soft reassurances against the side of his neck.
Caleb exhaled shakily, body slowly relaxing after a few deep breaths then he pushed back slightly in silent invitation. The werewolf understood instantly. A low growl rumbled from his chest—part approval, part barely restrained hunger—and then he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in with deliberate control.
This time wasn’t slow though; it was deeper. Harder. More possessive than anything they'd done yet. Each thrust made Caleb's breath hitch louder until soft moans spilled from his lips with every snap of Valko's hips.
My hand tightened around my cock, stroking the long length in time to Valko’s thrust, as I watched them through heavy-lidded eyes. The sight of powerful muscles flexing underneath sweat-slick skin each time they moved sent heat straight through me. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and guttural moans and whimpers made my thighs quiver and my stomach tighten with need.
I wanted to reach out and touch one of them… both of them, but this moment was special. Something that seemed to have been a long time coming.
Valko’s rhythm grew rougher, hips pistoning with increasing urgency. The werewolf was holding back just enough to not hurt him, but every powerful snap of his pelvis showed how badly he wanted the man beneath him… needed him.
Caleb wasn’t complaining. His moans had turned into breathy cries, each one more desperate than the last as pleasure overwhelmed him. One arm reached back blindly, fingers grasping at one of Valko’s thighs, silently urging the werewolf to go faster, take him harder.
With a low, feral growl that vibrated through the room, Valko grabbed Caleb’s hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and pounded into him with raw, unfiltered hunger. Each thrust was punishing—deep and fast—driving his cock in so hard that their bodies made a sharp smacking sounds with every movement.
Caleb cried out and pushed up onto his knees, lifting that perfect ass in the air. The shift in position gave Valko deeper access, an angle that made his thrusts hit Caleb right where he needed them most. A particularly brutal snap of his hips had Caleb arching like a bow, a high-pitched whimper tearing from his throat.
Valko leaned forward, pressing his broad chest against Caleb's back. His lips found the shell of Caleb’s ear, and he bit down gently before murmuring darkly, "You feel so fucking good."
"V-Valko," Caleb whined, a soft sound that only spurred Valko to wrap one arm around Caleb's torso and pull him upright so his back was flush against his chest.
I tightened my fingers around my cock, mesmerized by how Valko's sweat-damp muscles flexed with every movement… how each powerful thrust jostled Caleb’s entire body forward before he was yanked back by the grip around his waist… how flushed both their faces were from exertion and pleasure…
The new angle made Caleb gasp louder, his head falling back against Valko’s shoulder as the werewolf continued to pound into him with single-minded intensity. Every snap of Valko’s lean hips sent a jolt through Caleb's body, and he instinctively reached up to grip the thick forearm wrapped around his chest for balance, fingers trembling where they pressed into hard muscles.
Valko kissed along the side of Caleb’s neck between ragged breaths, open-mouthed kisses that turned into light bites when the Colonel shuddered and tried to angle his head away. Then one hand left its possessive hold and slid down Caleb’s chest and stomach until calloused fingertips curled around Caleb’s cock.
The moment Valko’s hand wrapped around his length, Caleb grunted. His back arched as those skilled fingers started stroking him in perfect rhythm with each punishing thrust. "Please…" he begged, rotating his hips against Valko’s pelvis in a sensuous movement that made my breath hitch sharply.
"Please what?" Valko chuckled darkly against his ear and tightened his grip just slightly before picking up speed. His palm glided up and down Caleb's cock while he fucked into him, every deep snap of his hips perfectly timed to match the brutal pace of his hand.
Caleb was unraveling fast. Sweat gleaming on his neck, shoulders and chest. Tears pricking the corners of those purple eyes as he gasped for breath between cries. He was oversensitive but unable to stop himself from rocking into Valko's touch whenever possible.
I watched them closely, my own breathing growing erratic. My cock ached; throbbing painfully against my lower belly and suddenly I couldn’t sit still and just watch anymore. Not when every gasp and moan falling from Caleb sounded so sweet or when Valko’s possessive growls made heat pool low in stomach…
Getting up on my knees I scooted around until I was in front of Caleb and ran my fingers down his chest. The second my fingers touched him; his eyes snapped to mine… glassy with pleasure and need.
For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other then he surged forward awkwardly, wrapping his arms around my neck and crashing our mouths together in a messy kiss. It wasn't graceful but it was hungry and needy and so typically Caleb that I melted instantly.
One hand moved to cradle his jaw while the other slid lower to pinch one of his nipples before traveling down over toned abs. My thumb brushed over the head of his cock where Valko’s grip had been moments ago but now that thick length throbbed between us… untouched, throbbing steadily… just begging for me to do something.
Reaching down, I gripped both of our cocks in one fist and started stroking. The sudden sensation made Caleb gasp sharply. His hips jerked forward, chasing the tight heat of my grip as a moan vibrated from his throat.
Valko’s thrusts didn’t stop; if anything, they grew more relentless now that Caleb was distracted. Each powerful snap of his hips drove Caleb’s cock into my tight grip. I stroked slowly at first, getting used to how different we felt pressed together. His smooth skin contrasting with mine… his skinnier length pressed against my thickness, my cock an inch longer than his impressive eight inches, the way he trembled…
Caleb broke away from our messy kiss with a whimper when I twisted slightly on an upstroke and buried his face in the crook of my neck where he bit down gently on the sensitive skin to muffle another noise.
The sensation of his teeth grazing my neck sent a jolt straight through me, and I tightened my grip instinctively, squeezing just enough to make him whimper again. Valko noticed immediately; his gaze darkening and a low growl rumbling from his chest… not in anger, but in primal approval. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, not painfully but firmly enough to tilt my head back and expose more of my throat for Caleb’s lips, teeth and tongue.
Valko’s mouth crashed onto mine before I could even process the move, claiming my lips with a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to sting before his tongue swept in and invaded my mouth. He kissed exactly like he fucked—all raw hunger and dominance.
Caleb attacked my neck and chest with just as much fervor, surely leaving behind marks as he sucked and bit at my skin. "You taste so good," he mumbled before biting down on my collarbone hard enough to break the skin.
I gasped sharply, both at the sharp sting of Caleb’s bite and the overwhelming sensation of being kissed so roughly. My free hand flew up, tangling in Caleb’s hair, holding him closer.
Valko finally broke the kiss only to immediately latch onto my jaw instead and he sucked harshly, a spot that made me shudder violently. I couldn't help but arch like a cat begging for more attention even as I continued stroking… savoring every twitch our cocks gave beneath my palm.
Valko growled and suddenly one hand slid down between us. His large palm covered mine where I was stroking both our lengths and added pressure, forcing a rougher rhythm from me. "We come together," he grated out against my skin then picked up his pace.
The command in his voice sent a thrill through me. With his larger hand guiding mine, our strokes became firmer—more synchronized—each movement deliberate and intense. The added pressure made every glide feel electrified, the heat between our bodies skyrocketing.
Caleb let out a guttural moan against my neck, his breath hot and uneven as he squirmed. Valko’s thrusts grew sloppier; less precise but deeper each time like he was chasing something just out of reach. His free arm locked around Caleb's waist to keep him steady while that dominant grip on my wrist ensured I didn't slow down for even a second.
I could tell they were close by the way Caleb's thighs trembled and how Valko's breathing turned ragged against my shoulder. Then… "Fuck," Caleb gasped sharply before going rigid in Valko’s arms as pleasure crashed over him first. A broken cry tore from his lips while thick ropes of come spilled over our joined hands and something about the erotic sight dragged me over next.
Valko followed instantly with guttural moan muffled by biting down hard on muscle where neck met shoulder—not quite enough break my skin but enough to leave a vivid mark—and came deep inside Caleb.
For a few breathless seconds, no one moved. Just heavy panting and sweat-slick skin pressed together. Then slowly, Valko pulled out with careful consideration for Caleb’s sensitivity before collapsing backward onto the floor.
Caleb slumped forward, boneless and trembling with aftershocks, his forehead pressed against my chest as he tried to catch his breath. His skin was clammy with sweat, hair sticking to his face. The usually composed Colonel looked utterly wrecked—lips swollen from kissing and biting, eyes hazy like he’d just run a marathon.
I wrapped an arm around him, holding him close while my other hand absently stroked up and down his back in soothing circles. He nuzzled into me weakly—exhausted but content—and let out a soft sigh that made warmth bloom in my chest.
Valko watched us from his spot on the floor, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Sweat still glistened on his sculpted chest as he took slow, deep breaths. For a moment there was quiet… just our breathing syncing and Caleb’s occasional shiver then Valko reached over and ran his fingers along my thigh then Caleb’s. "Mine."
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TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
Word Count: 3,576
Tattoos & Tequila - Chapter 12 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Caleb didn’t fight it, instead he opened his mouth and let Sylus in—the kiss turning from rough to downright filthy as they fought for dominance.
Sylus let out a sharp groan, his hips stuttering against mine when Caleb gripped a handful of hair and pulled. His grip on my thigh tightened, keeping me spread open and pinned in place while he fucked up into my pussy with rough, uneven thrusts.
"Oh, you like that, hmm?" Caleb taunted darkly before nipping at Sylus' bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
I watched through heavy-lidded eyes—my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to process what I was seeing: two dangerous men kissing like they wanted nothing more than ruin each other… all while one had me stuffed full of his cock.
Sylus sank his teeth into Caleb's bottom lip, his hand fisting in dark hair and yanking before he pulled back with an almost feral growl.
Caleb groaned but didn't pull away, instead chasing his mouth then he was murmuring against Sylus' lips, "You're being so damn greedy. Wanting us both… hmm…"
"You have no idea," Sylus rasped, voice rough with barely restrained hunger.
"Show me then," Caleb mumbled with a smirk—like a predator who’d just found the weak spot in his prey’s armor. He leaned in, dragging the pad of his thumb over Sylus’ lower lip to smear the blood there.
For a split second, everything went so silent you could hear a pin drop as a look of surprise flashed across Sylus’ face then he growled softly… the sound dangerous and dark.
Something had shifted between them… the tension in the room seemed to double and the air became so thick you could practically taste it.
Caleb must have felt it too because his smirk faded and his eyes darkened, his gaze flicking between Sylus and me like he was trying to read the situation.
Finally, after a moment of silence that felt like an eternity, Sylus let out a low chuckle that made me shiver and pulled his cock out of my pussy.
"Strip, pretty boy."
The simple order was growled out in a tone that left no room for argument.
Caleb tensed, his gaze flicking from Sylus to me then back again, but despite the clear challenge in his eyes, he took a deep breath and not breaking eye contact with Sylus, began unbuttoning his shirt before slipping it off his muscular shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
He was so beautiful… like a statue come to life, all tight defined muscle and sharp angles, his golden skin covered in colorful tattoos that I wanted to lick.
Sylus' eyes burned, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from reaching out and taking.
"Something wrong?" Caleb taunted, popping the button on his jeans before sliding them down in one slow drag that left him bare save for black boxer briefs that clung to his long, thick cock.
Sylus snapped… moving so fast there wasn't time to blink before he shoved Caleb back against the wall beside me with brutal force.
Caleb’s breath left him in a rough oof as his spine hit the wall, but the surprise only lasted a second… his smirk returning full-force as he looked up at Sylus through his lashes.
"Fuck," he rasped, shifting just enough to press his hips forward against Sylus' thigh. "Didn’t realize you’d get all worked up just seeing me strip."
Sylus let out a sharp, humorless laugh as he crowded closer.
"Worked up?" he repeated darkly, dragging the pad of his thumb over the damp fabric covering the head of Caleb’s cock.
Caleb's breath hitched, hips jerking forward instinctively as his hands came up to grip Sylus' wrists—whether to push him away or pull him closer wasn't clear.
"Ummhmm…" he taunted. "You had plenty of chances to touch me over the years… why haven’t you taken what you wanted?"
Sylus’ eyes flashed dangerously… red like smoldering coals in a fire about to burn everything down around it.
He leaned in and growled, "You weren’t ready for me yet."
Then he yanked Caleb's boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free between them.
Caleb let out another rough exhale, his hands clenching tighter around Sylus' wrists as his muscles tensed… but for a second... just a split second, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes before it was carefully covered again by that cocky gleam he wore so well.
"And you think I am now?" he murmured, his head tilting almost playfully.
There was a dangerous edge to the way Sylus smirked, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer to brush his lips across Caleb's jaw, almost like he was taunting him.
"Not yet…" he growled before grabbing a fistful of Caleb's hair and yanking his head back to expose his throat. "But soon."
He pressed his face against the smooth skin of Caleb's neck—inhaling deeply and drinking in the familiar scent of smoke and ink then let out a low, rough sound and bit down on the tendon hard enough to make Caleb gasp.
"Bastard," Caleb rasped out, arching against the wall. "You always did play dirty."
Sylus chuckled darkly, dragging his mouth up to his ear.
"And you don’t?" he murmured, curling one hand around their cocks and stroking.
Caleb's hips jerked forward as a ragged groan tore from his throat, his head falling back against the wall with a thud, exposing the bruise forming on his neck.
Sylus watched him unravel with satisfaction, tightening his fist just enough to make Caleb whimper then he dragged the pad of this thumb over both of their swollen heads slowly—deliberately—watching every micro-expression flicker across Caleb’s face.
"Still think you're ready for me?" Sylus taunted before adding more pressure and stroking them again from base to tip.
Caleb's mouth opened, no doubt ready with a smartass response… but all that came out was a guttural moan as he writhed against the wall.
"Can't even form a reply?" Sylus taunted. "You might be more desperate than I thought."
Unable to help myself, I bit my bottom lip and put my hand between my thighs, dragging my fingers through the wet folds of my pussy before inserting two inside my body.
Caleb must have heard the slick sounds because his eyes snapped open and locked on mine, his gaze darkening when he realized what I was doing.
"Yeah?" he rasped out, voice barely above a whisper as his hips jerked against Sylus’ hand. "Getting yourself off while we play?"
Sylus' gaze flicked towards me then the corner of his mouth crooked up into a dark smirk. "Look at you… all ready for us," he growled before turning his gaze back to Caleb. "She's so desperate for us… you think she could take us both at the same time?"
Caleb's mouth opened... like the question caught him off guard then his gaze flicked between us before he let out a deep exhale.
"Fuck yes…"
Sylus released his grip on their cocks before yanking Caleb forward by the hips and shoving him toward me making him stumble before he catching himself against the wall beside my head, his breath ragged as he stared down at me.
"Fuckin' hell..." He muttered under his breath when our gazes locked—his pupils blown so wide there was barely any iris left.
Sylus let out a rough, approving growl. "Take her," he challenged darkly, his red eyes burning with something between possession and hunger.
Caleb didn’t hesitate.
He crashed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss, teeth nipping at my lip before dipping his tongue inside like he was starved for the taste of me. One hand fisted in my hair while the other slid between our bodies, lifting one of my legs and draping it over his arm then rough fingers were finding his cock and sliding inside my pussy.
I cried out into the kiss, back arching as he stretched me open on his cock… pushing in deeper with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips.
Sylus watched with rapt attention, one hand fisting in Caleb's hair while the other traced along the curve of my ribs before sliding between our bodies and down Caleb’s stomach to where we were connected.
"That's it," he rasped approvingly. "Take him like a good girl."
Caleb let out a guttural groan when I tightened around him and pulled back just enough for our gazes to lock.
"Hmmm…" He panted roughly against my swollen lips, thrusting in so deep it stole what little breath remained in my lungs and had my body clamping down on his cock so hard he couldn’t move.
Sylus' smirk turned downright predatory as Caleb froze, his red eyes burning with the kind of hunger that could level cities.
"Fuck," he rasped, voice thick as gravel when he watched my body milking Caleb so greedily.
His fingers pressed against my clit… rough, ruthless circles meant to wring another orgasm from me and my sensitive body couldn’t help but obey.
Sylus let out a dark chuckle as I came again, his free hand fisting in Caleb’s hair and yanking as he growled, "Think you can handle her coming on your cock while I fuck her tight ass?"
"Fuck—" Caleb rasped out, eyes wild and dark. "You serious?"
Sylus didn’t answer with words… just smirked and dragged the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip before pushing it between my lips. His other hand slid down between our bodies until he was dragging one finger through the slick mess where I was stretched around Caleb’s cock… then lower…
I whimpered at the sudden pressure against that untouched ring of muscle but couldn't even form a word before Sylus was leaning in and whispering, "Gonna stretch you open on my cock..."
Hi fingers worked me open with slow, deliberate pressure… the stretch was unbearable, the sensation foreign and overwhelming as I clenched around his invading digit but eventually, I got used to it and my body started to relax.
He let out a dark, approving grow then he added a second digit.
Fuck," Caleb rasped when Sylus’ actions had me arching and clenching again, his hips jerking involuntarily and burying himself deeper in my pussy.
Sylus hummed… his red eyes burning with something feral and possessive as his free hand gripped Caleb’s shoulder roughly before pulling him back a step and turning us so Caleb’s back was against the wall.
Caleb leaned back against the cold stone and grabbed my other leg, draping it over his arm, then his hands were on my ass, spreading me open for Sylus.
The movement caused his cock to press deeper in my pussy, and I couldn’t help but let out a long moan that had both men growling.
"Fuck—look at her," Caleb rasped against the shell of my ear, hips rolling up to meet every downward thrust of my own… I hadn’t even realized I was moving.
Sylus let out a dark chuckle before adding a third finger without warning—the sudden stretch punching another ragged cry from my throat as I clamped around them involuntarily.
Caleb’s hands flexed on my ass cheeks as he gritted out, "So… fucking tight…"
"You’re ready for me," Sylus growled. He pulled his fingers free, wrapped his long fingers around the base of his cock and lined himself up against my fluttering rim.
"Don't move," he commanded, the order sharp and firm.
Caleb's hips stilled, his eyes snapping open as a ragged groan tore from his throat as my body tried to milk him deeper to get him moving again.
"Fuck," he bit out between gritted teeth, purple eyes burning into mine like molten lava—wild and untamed in a way I had never seen.
"Mngh…" I moaned, head dropping back against Sylus’s shoulder as he slowly pushed, burying himself inside my ass to the hilt… stretching me so wide I was sure I blacked out for a moment as my back arched violently.
Caleb's head slammed back against the wall with a thud, his entire body going rigid as Sylus' cock pressed against his through the thin barrier separating them.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…"
For a second... just one suspended moment... there was no sound but our shared panting.
Then Sylus moved.
A slow roll of his hips that had me seeing stars all over again while Caleb choked on a cry… the sudden movement almost too much for him to handle.
"Move," I begged between gasps, nails scoring down Caleb’s arms as my body shuddered between them. "Please move…"
Sylus growled but obeyed… pulling back until only the tip remained before slamming home again so hard it knocked the air from my lungs.
Caleb snarled something filthy under breath right against the shell of my ear then he thrust up into my pussy with brutal force, his hips slamming against mine in perfect sync with Sylus' punishing strokes against my ass.
The sensation of being stuffed full from both ends was overwhelming… I couldn't form words anymore—just ragged, punched-out moans as their thrusts grew rougher, deeper.
Caleb's hands were everywhere… gripping my hips, sliding up my ribcage, cupping my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples while his teeth sank into the curve of my shoulder.
"Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name," he growled against my sweat-slick skin before slamming up into me again with a snap of his hips that had my pussy clamping down on him as my body came from over stimulation.
A low, guttural moan torn from Sylus’ lips as if the sight of me coming apart was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. His hand fisted in Caleb’s hair and he yanked him forward, crushing their lips together in a brutal kiss as they continued to fuck up into my body like men possessed.
Caleb’s fingers dug into my skin as he kissed him back—aggressive… possessive…
"You won't last much longer," Sylus mumbled against his lips.
Caleb didn’t try to deny it as he gritted out, "Neither will you."
Sylus didn't deny it either, "You're right… maybe we should make this interesting then."
"How?" Caleb asked huskily.
Having a feeling I knew where this was going, I started to squirm between them to try to get away but of course they were having none of it.
Sylus' grip tightened instantly, his red eyes flashing with dark amusement. "Oh no you don't," he growled, yanking my hips back against him so hard I felt the sting of it.
Caleb let out a rough chuckle, his hands clamping down on my waist like steel bands. "Where d'you think you're going?" he taunted, grinding up into me just to feel my pussy flutter around his solid length.
Sylus smirked then leaned in to whisper something in Caleb's ear.
Whatever he said had Caleb's eyes widening then a slow, wolfish grin curled the corner of his mouth. When he turned his gaze to mine, the look in his eyes was downright feral.
"Oh… this is gonna be good."
Sylus leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath against my ear, "Count."
And then they moved at once—brutal thrusts from both ends that punched a scream from my throat as their cocks rubbed against each other.
"One," Sylus snarled right after another punishing snap forward.
My nails scraped down Caleb's chest as another cry tore free.
"Two," Caleb murmured.
Hips moved faster now—no rhythm left as pure need snapped between us.
"Three," Sylus growled.
"Four," Caleb echoed.
I could feel the pressure building in my belly—the tension coiling tight like a spring ready to snap as high-pitched cries and moans tore from my lips.
"Five," Sylus snapped.
"Six," Caleb grunted roughly and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin, "You're so damn close. I can feel it."
"Seven," Sylus growled, his thrusts turning punishing as he chased his own release.
Caleb bit down on my neck, a ragged groan vibrating against my skin. "Eight."
I sobbed their names between gasps—my body shaking violently as pleasure coiled tighter than ever before, threatening to shatter at any second. My fingers tangled in Caleb's dark hair and pulled as my hips spasmed against theirs.
"Nine," they snarled in unison as they thrust in deep at the same time and it sent me over the edge with an ear-splitting scream.
Sylus roared out something filthy under his breath, hips stuttering violently as he came, his red eyes burning with satisfaction as he watched my body milk every drop.
A moment of utter silence… then Caleb let out a loud exhale and leaned back against the wall behind him, eyes closed and chest heaving violently.
"Holy shit," he rasped.
Sylus let out a rough, satisfied chuckle as he slowly pulled out of me—his movements deliberate to make me feel every inch.
"Holy shit?" he repeated, dragging his thumb over the bite mark on my shoulder before turning his gaze to Caleb. "That all you got to say after that?"
Caleb cracked one eye open.
"Guess I should've known better than to challenge you," he muttered hoarsely as he pulled out of my pussy and lowered my legs to the ground then held on as I wobbled and almost fell.
"Yes, you should have," Sylus smirked then reached down between my legs, dragging his fingers through our combined fluids before pressing them between Caleb's lips.
Caleb sucked in a sharp breath—his tongue darting out to chase Sylus' fingers as they pulled away. His gaze burned with something dangerous when it locked onto mine again.
"Fuck," I whimpered weakly, still trembling as I backed away. "No… n-no more."
Sylus let out a dark, throaty laugh as he watched me struggle to form words.
"No more?" he repeated as he spun me, his still-hard cock brushing against my stomach.
My eyes widened and I brought my hands up to push at his chest.
"You-" I stopped to lick my lips then wished I hadn’t when he growled. "You’re still hard…"
His smirk turned downright feral as he watched realization dawn on me.
"You should know by now that I have impressive stamina, kitten…" His voice dropped to a rough growl as his hands slid down to grip my hips, pulling me flush against him so I could feel every hard inch of him pressed between us. "I’m not done with you yet."
"Fuck," Caleb muttered under his breath as Sylus pushed me up against him.
I opened my mouth to protest but Sylus cut me off… one hand dragging up one trembling thigh and hooking it over his hip.
"You said no more?" He repeated before grinding forward in one brutal roll of those hips. "There’s going to be a lot more… we have a week to make up for…"
A ragged moan tore free before I could stop it as I was filled all over again with thick cock.
"I knew that tight pussy could take me again…" he mumbled triumphantly.
Caleb let out a sharp, humorless laugh as he watched us with dark amusement.
"Fuckin' hell," he rasped, cupping my breasts in his large palms.
Sylus didn't even glance at him; too busy watching my face as I struggled to adjust around him again. His smirk was pure sin when my body clamped down on instinct—tight and wet and hot around him.
"That's it." He growled as he held me in place… not letting me move as his gaze turned to Caleb. "You’re gonna watch as I fuck our girl…"
Caleb's grip tightened on my breasts. "Oh?" His voice was rough with interest, thumb brushing over one peaked nipple. "You planning to make it good for me too?"
Sylus let out a dark chuckle, hips rolling in an agonizingly slow drag.
"Better than good," he corrected, voice rough as gravel. His thrusts turned brutal from the first snap forward, punishingly deep like he was trying to imprint an image of his cock inside me.
I threw my head back against Caleb’s shoulder, moaning their names between punched-out cries—body strung so tight it felt like I might break.
One of Caleb's hands wandered, fingers wrapping around my chin.
"Look at me," he growled.
My eyes locked on his… taking in his dilated pupils, the sharp edges of his features, the flush staining his cheeks... he was just as affected as me.
"So goddamn pretty like this," he mumbled then lifted my other leg so both were hooked over his arms, opening me wider for Sylus’ cock.
Sylus growled as he sank deeper, a shudder rolling through his powerful body as his thrusts sped up.
"So perfect… all ours… we'll keep you like this always… and you won’t ever run from us again… will you, kitten?"
"N-no," I gasped. "I won't run again… I promise… I swear."
The words seemed to please him… the tension in his expression softening as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Good girl," he murmured then his hands were cupping my ass cheeks and he started hammering his cock in and out of my body like a man possessed.
I arched with a sharp whine and shook my head, pushing against his chest.
"Too deep…"
"You can take it," he growled. "You were made for this… for us."
Caleb hummed, his fingers trailing down my stomach to wrap around the base of Sylus' cock where it disappeared inside me. His thumb rubbed slow circles over the spot where we were joined… deliberate… taunting… then he pressed down on my clit harshly.
A strangled cry tore from my throat, my legs trembling and my hips spasming against Sylus’ violently as I came so hard it hurt.
"That's it… there you go… such a good girl," Sylus growled, his mouth trailing up my neck as he buried his face against my skin. "Perfect…"
One of his hands slid up my chest, his fingers wrapping around my throat, not applying any pressure but holding me in place as his mouth latched onto my neck and sucked, his hips jerking against mine as his cock pulsed inside me.
"Fuck..." Caleb murmured then suddenly he yanked Sylus' head back by the hair.
Sylus let out a rough growl of surprise but then Caleb crushed their lips together in a brutal kiss… a clash of teeth and tongue that made me whimper just seeing it.
They broke away after what felt like forever, chests heaving, gazes locked and hungry… and then Sylus smirked, his eyes darkening.
"You want something, pretty boy?"
Caleb grinned… sharp and dangerous, a wild look in his eyes that had me shuddering. He looked like a man who'd found his purpose—a hunter who just found his prey.
"I do, actually," he drawled.
"Oh?" Sylus mumbled, a slow smirk curling the corner of his lips as he slowly pulled his cock out of my body. "And what would that be?"
Caleb's smile turned dangerous, his gaze raking over both of us like a physical touch until it settled on Sylus’ length as it slapped against his stomach.
"I think you know," he responded in a low voice—rough like gravel.
Sylus' breath hitched, his red eyes flashing with something dark.
"You want me to fuck you?" His voice was rough—raw with disbelief and a hunger that had my stomach clenching.
Caleb didn't flinch, just let out a slow exhale through his nose before nodding.
For one terrifying second… I thought Sylus might refuse him or tell him he wasn’t ready again but then he smirked… satisfaction curling his lips as he stepped forward until their chests were pressed together.
Caleb's eyes widened at the sudden movement but then a low noise built in his chest as Sylus grabbed Caleb's waist possessively and pulled so their hips were pressed together.
Sylus ran his nose along Caleb’s throat before nipping his skin.
"Been thinking about it, pretty boy?" he growled quietly.
Caleb let out a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering before he closed them and pressed his forehead against Sylus' shoulder.
"Yeah…" he replied, voice barely above a whisper, "been thinking about it lately… a lot."
Sylus hummed as he moved one hand up to bury it in Caleb's hair then tugged his head back again, forcing their gaze to meet.
"Why didn't you say something then?" he murmured.
"Because," Caleb rasped, voice rough with frustration and something far more vulnerable beneath it, "I didn't think you wanted me like that." His jaw clenched. "You never... touched me or looked at me like that until… recently."
A dark chuckle rumbled from Sylus’ chest as he dragged a finger down the center of Caleb’s bare torso—watching goosebumps rise in its wake until he reached the head of Caleb’s cock.
"And now…" he murmured, tilting his head mockingly as he drew a finger through the moisture there and brought it to his mouth.
Caleb's breath caught, his gaze locked on as the other man sucked the digit past his lips—a slow, deliberate motion.
"Now?" he repeated through gritted teeth, hips twitching forward.
"Now you ache for it," Sylus growled, the words rough with satisfaction. His free hand slid down to grip Caleb's hip hard enough to bruise—yanking him flush against his own body so their cocks pressed together in a hot, slick slide.
Caleb let out a sharp groan at the sudden friction, his hands flying up to dig into Sylus' shoulders like an anchor.
"Fuck—"
Sylus didn't let him finish—just crushed their mouths together again in a kiss that was all teeth and dominance while grinding against Caleb with slow, filthy rolls of his hips.
"You want my cock?" he murmured darkly when they broke apart for air.
Caleb's breath came in ragged bursts; sweat-slicked chest rising and falling rapidly beneath ink-stained skin then he murmured, "Yeah."
A satisfied grin spread across Sylus’ face then he was letting go, stepping back and removing his hands from Caleb’s body.
Caleb let out a sound of protest and went to follow him but Sylus held up a hand, his gaze flicking to me for a moment before it settled back on Caleb’s, "Then I think we should take this somewhere else…"
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Valko, Sylus x Caleb
Chapter Title: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
Word Count: 3,147
TW: oral sex, penetrative sex between males, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 7 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapter 1: Our First Time
Chapter 2: The Boyfriend (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Boyfriend (Part 2)
Chapter 4: Boop
Chapter 5: Winner... Sucks? (Part 1)
Chapter 6: Winner... Sucks? (Part 2)
Chapter 7: Winner… Sucks? (Part 3)
Caleb’s breath hitched, his purple eyes darkening with something raw. He didn’t hesitate before surging forward, knocking the werewolf onto his back and climbing over top of him. The sudden shift caught Valko off guard, his golden eyes widening in surprise for half a second before Caleb was on him, straddling his waist and crashing their mouths together.
There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all teeth, tongue and desperate hunger, like Caleb had been holding himself back from what he had clearly wanted for a while but could no longer stand it. His hands gripped the other man’s jaw roughly as he kissed him with feverish intensity, nothing like the shy boy who had spent most of the night blushing at every word or touch.
Valko let out a surprised grunt but quickly melted into it, one large hand sliding up to tangle in Caleb's hair while the other wrapped around his back. The werewolf kissed back just as fiercely—mouth moving against the other man’s with equal desperation—and when they finally broke apart for air, they were panting hard as they stared at one another for a long moment.
Caleb immediately dove down again after that brief pause but instead he went lower. Not toward Valko's mouth or even his neck but straight down along that sculpted chest… nipping lightly at each nipple before moving lower over defined abs until he reached those tight hips and the large cock resting against the werewolf’s belly.
Valko tensed with a sharp inhale and a slight arch of his hips… every muscle coiled like he was bracing for something monumental. His golden eyes locked onto the man above him with an intensity that bordered on worshipful hunger.
The Colonel wrapped one hand around Valko’s thick length, giving it a slow experimental stroke from base to tip before leaning down and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the flushed head. Valko made a noise somewhere between a growl and gasp and his fingers clenched in Caleb's hair like he needed an anchor.
Then Caleb licked up the underside in one long stripe. Slow, deliberate… teasingly light compared to how the werewolf had been when the roles were reversed. The contrast had to be maddening, gentle caresses where everything else had been rough between them so far.
A low, guttural moan tore from Valko’s throat, his thighs tensing as his hips lifted off the floor, chasing that soft lick like he couldn’t help himself. Caleb smirked and did it again… one long, slow drag of his tongue from base to tip before swirling around the head with deliberate care.
Then he seemed to take pity on the werewolf or maybe just wanted to see how far he could push him and finally closed his lips around the flushed head, sucking gently while swirling that wicked tongue right where Valko needed it most.
Valko’s body arched off the floor with a choked groan, one hand fisting so tight in Caleb’s hair it had to hurt. The other hand shot out blindly toward me as if seeking contact with me too or subconsciously letting me know I hadn’t been forgotten.
I didn’t hesitate; I grabbed onto his outstretched fingers, instantly lacing our hands together tightly while watching with half-lidded eyes. My cock was hard and throbbing between my thighs and I couldn’t help but reach down and wrap my fingers around my length and start stroking.
Valko’s grip on my hand tightened as Caleb took him deeper, his breathing coming in ragged bursts through clenched teeth. His abs flexed with every shallow thrust of his hips, desperate little movements like he couldn’t stop himself.
Caleb took more into his mouth slowly… testing how much he could handle before pulling back with a wet pop and swirling that sinful tongue along the underside before diving down, taking the whole nine inches in one go.
Valko’s body jerked violently, a ragged shout tearing from his throat as both hands returned to clamp onto either side of Caleb's head while those golden eyes blew wide in shock at having every inch suddenly engulfed in tight wet heat.
For one second neither moved… then Caleb swallowed around him deliberately, sending white-hot lightning through Valko's spine, before he pulled off his length and crawled slowly up his body. The werewolf was still gasping, chest rising and falling rapidly as their lips met… this kiss slower but filled with the kind of hunger that came from wanting someone so badly it hurt.
Valko’s hands slid down to grip Caleb’s hips while their mouths moved together in perfect sync—tongues tangling, teeth nipping at each other's lips. The air smelled like sweat and sex now; thick with tension as they ground against one another. Then Valko rolled, flipping their positions effortlessly and pinned Caleb beneath his larger frame.
His mouth crashed back onto Caleb's hungrily while one hand roamed possessively: tracing collarbones, skimming down toned arms, squeezing biceps before trailing lower along defined abs, tracing one finger along Caleb’s cock then dipping lower, pressing against his hole.
Caleb gasped at that touch, body tensing with a mix of surprise and sudden, overwhelming arousal. Valko didn't push inside him yet, just applied gentle pressure there with one fingertip while watching Caleb’s face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Caleb’s lips parted in a shaky exhale then he mumbled, "You don’t have to stretch me… I use toys."
Valko's eyebrows shot up at that confession, and for a second, he just stared, processing the unexpected information. Then his expression shifted into something darker… more possessive. "Oh?" His voice dropped an octave, rough with sudden interest. "What kind of toys?"
Caleb blushed furiously and averted his eyes. "Dildos mostly…"
Valko’s pupils dilated, his fingertip pressing slightly harder against Caleb’s hole just to make him gasp. A slow smirk curled on his lips… the kind predators wore right before pouncing. "So you're used to being filled then."
"Yeah… I like it." Caleb’s admission came out in a whisper, barely audible.
Valko’s smirk widened into something downright feral then without another word, he flipped Caleb onto his stomach with effortless strength. The Colonel gasped at the abrupt movement but didn’t resist.
For one long moment there was only silence as Valko studied the broad shoulders, narrow waist and tight ass laid out before him like a buffet then he leaned over and pulled open a drawer. He grabbed a bottle of lube without hesitation and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers before tossing the bottle aside then leaned over Caleb's prone form. He pressed one hand between his shoulders to keep him still while using the other to spread the lube on his cock.
The slick sound of Valko coating himself filled the quiet room, a stark contrast to the heavy breathing coming from the three of us. Caleb trembled beneath him… head turned to the side, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed and fingers twisting into the carpet in anticipation.
Valko leaned down, positioning himself over Caleb, one hand braced against the floor while the other guided his thick length to press against that tight entrance. He didn’t push in immediately; he took a moment to tease, rubbing slow circles around the rim before applying light pressure.
Caleb’s breath came in short, shaky gasps, each one sharper than the last as the anticipation built. He looked like he wanted to protest but he kept quiet as the werewolf took his sweet time, seemingly enjoying how tense and pliant he was, how he was trembling with need… waiting. Then finally, he pressed forward enough for the broad head to breach that tight ring of muscle.
A sharp gasp tore from Caleb’s lips, his hips instinctively arching up to take him deeper. His fingers clawed at the carpet as Valko pushed deeper with agonizing slowness, inch by thick inch filling him up until his hips met those perfect ass cheeks.
Valko stayed perfectly still once fully buried inside him, letting Caleb adjust while pressing slow kisses along the back of his neck and shoulders to his ear. One large hand rubbed soothing circles on Caleb’s hip while the other carded through dark locks and held him still while whispering soft reassurances against the side of his neck.
Caleb exhaled shakily, body slowly relaxing after a few deep breaths then he pushed back slightly in silent invitation. The werewolf understood instantly. A low growl rumbled from his chest—part approval, part barely restrained hunger—and then he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in with deliberate control.
This time wasn’t slow though; it was deeper. Harder. More possessive than anything they'd done yet. Each thrust made Caleb's breath hitch louder until soft moans spilled from his lips with every snap of Valko's hips.
My hand tightened around my cock, stroking the long length in time to Valko’s thrust, as I watched them through heavy-lidded eyes. The sight of powerful muscles flexing underneath sweat-slick skin each time they moved sent heat straight through me. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and guttural moans and whimpers made my thighs quiver and my stomach tighten with need.
I wanted to reach out and touch one of them… both of them, but this moment was special. Something that seemed to have been a long time coming.
Valko’s rhythm grew rougher, hips pistoning with increasing urgency. The werewolf was holding back just enough to not hurt him, but every powerful snap of his pelvis showed how badly he wanted the man beneath him… needed him.
Caleb wasn’t complaining. His moans had turned into breathy cries, each one more desperate than the last as pleasure overwhelmed him. One arm reached back blindly, fingers grasping at one of Valko’s thighs, silently urging the werewolf to go faster, take him harder.
With a low, feral growl that vibrated through the room, Valko grabbed Caleb’s hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and pounded into him with raw, unfiltered hunger. Each thrust was punishing—deep and fast—driving his cock in so hard that their bodies made a sharp smacking sounds with every movement.
Caleb cried out and pushed up onto his knees, lifting that perfect ass in the air. The shift in position gave Valko deeper access, an angle that made his thrusts hit Caleb right where he needed them most. A particularly brutal snap of his hips had Caleb arching like a bow, a high-pitched whimper tearing from his throat.
Valko leaned forward, pressing his broad chest against Caleb's back. His lips found the shell of Caleb’s ear, and he bit down gently before murmuring darkly, "You feel so fucking good."
"V-Valko," Caleb whined, a soft sound that only spurred Valko to wrap one arm around Caleb's torso and pull him upright so his back was flush against his chest.
I tightened my fingers around my cock, mesmerized by how Valko's sweat-damp muscles flexed with every movement… how each powerful thrust jostled Caleb’s entire body forward before he was yanked back by the grip around his waist… how flushed both their faces were from exertion and pleasure…
The new angle made Caleb gasp louder, his head falling back against Valko’s shoulder as the werewolf continued to pound into him with single-minded intensity. Every snap of Valko’s lean hips sent a jolt through Caleb's body, and he instinctively reached up to grip the thick forearm wrapped around his chest for balance, fingers trembling where they pressed into hard muscles.
Valko kissed along the side of Caleb’s neck between ragged breaths, open-mouthed kisses that turned into light bites when the Colonel shuddered and tried to angle his head away. Then one hand left its possessive hold and slid down Caleb’s chest and stomach until calloused fingertips curled around Caleb’s cock.
The moment Valko’s hand wrapped around his length, Caleb grunted. His back arched as those skilled fingers started stroking him in perfect rhythm with each punishing thrust. "Please…" he begged, rotating his hips against Valko’s pelvis in a sensuous movement that made my breath hitch sharply.
"Please what?" Valko chuckled darkly against his ear and tightened his grip just slightly before picking up speed. His palm glided up and down Caleb's cock while he fucked into him, every deep snap of his hips perfectly timed to match the brutal pace of his hand.
Caleb was unraveling fast. Sweat gleaming on his neck, shoulders and chest. Tears pricking the corners of those purple eyes as he gasped for breath between cries. He was oversensitive but unable to stop himself from rocking into Valko's touch whenever possible.
I watched them closely, my own breathing growing erratic. My cock ached; throbbing painfully against my lower belly and suddenly I couldn’t sit still and just watch anymore. Not when every gasp and moan falling from Caleb sounded so sweet or when Valko’s possessive growls made heat pool low in stomach…
Getting up on my knees I scooted around until I was in front of Caleb and ran my fingers down his chest. The second my fingers touched him; his eyes snapped to mine… glassy with pleasure and need.
For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other then he surged forward awkwardly, wrapping his arms around my neck and crashing our mouths together in a messy kiss. It wasn't graceful but it was hungry and needy and so typically Caleb that I melted instantly.
One hand moved to cradle his jaw while the other slid lower to pinch one of his nipples before traveling down over toned abs. My thumb brushed over the head of his cock where Valko’s grip had been moments ago but now that thick length throbbed between us… untouched, throbbing steadily… just begging for me to do something.
Reaching down, I gripped both of our cocks in one fist and started stroking. The sudden sensation made Caleb gasp sharply. His hips jerked forward, chasing the tight heat of my grip as a moan vibrated from his throat.
Valko’s thrusts didn’t stop; if anything, they grew more relentless now that Caleb was distracted. Each powerful snap of his hips drove Caleb’s cock into my tight grip. I stroked slowly at first, getting used to how different we felt pressed together. His smooth skin contrasting with mine… his skinnier length pressed against my thickness, my cock an inch longer than his impressive eight inches, the way he trembled…
Caleb broke away from our messy kiss with a whimper when I twisted slightly on an upstroke and buried his face in the crook of my neck where he bit down gently on the sensitive skin to muffle another noise.
The sensation of his teeth grazing my neck sent a jolt straight through me, and I tightened my grip instinctively, squeezing just enough to make him whimper again. Valko noticed immediately; his gaze darkening and a low growl rumbling from his chest… not in anger, but in primal approval. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, not painfully but firmly enough to tilt my head back and expose more of my throat for Caleb’s lips, teeth and tongue.
Valko’s mouth crashed onto mine before I could even process the move, claiming my lips with a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to sting before his tongue swept in and invaded my mouth. He kissed exactly like he fucked—all raw hunger and dominance.
Caleb attacked my neck and chest with just as much fervor, surely leaving behind marks as he sucked and bit at my skin. "You taste so good," he mumbled before biting down on my collarbone hard enough to break the skin.
I gasped sharply, both at the sharp sting of Caleb’s bite and the overwhelming sensation of being kissed so roughly. My free hand flew up, tangling in Caleb’s hair, holding him closer.
Valko finally broke the kiss only to immediately latch onto my jaw instead and he sucked harshly, a spot that made me shudder violently. I couldn't help but arch like a cat begging for more attention even as I continued stroking… savoring every twitch our cocks gave beneath my palm.
Valko growled and suddenly one hand slid down between us. His large palm covered mine where I was stroking both our lengths and added pressure, forcing a rougher rhythm from me. "We come together," he grated out against my skin then picked up his pace.
The command in his voice sent a thrill through me. With his larger hand guiding mine, our strokes became firmer—more synchronized—each movement deliberate and intense. The added pressure made every glide feel electrified, the heat between our bodies skyrocketing.
Caleb let out a guttural moan against my neck, his breath hot and uneven as he squirmed. Valko’s thrusts grew sloppier; less precise but deeper each time like he was chasing something just out of reach. His free arm locked around Caleb's waist to keep him steady while that dominant grip on my wrist ensured I didn't slow down for even a second.
I could tell they were close by the way Caleb's thighs trembled and how Valko's breathing turned ragged against my shoulder. Then… "Fuck," Caleb gasped sharply before going rigid in Valko’s arms as pleasure crashed over him first. A broken cry tore from his lips while thick ropes of come spilled over our joined hands and something about the erotic sight dragged me over next.
Valko followed instantly with guttural moan muffled by biting down hard on muscle where neck met shoulder—not quite enough break my skin but enough to leave a vivid mark—and came deep inside Caleb.
For a few breathless seconds, no one moved. Just heavy panting and sweat-slick skin pressed together. Then slowly, Valko pulled out with careful consideration for Caleb’s sensitivity before collapsing backward onto the floor.
Caleb slumped forward, boneless and trembling with aftershocks, his forehead pressed against my chest as he tried to catch his breath. His skin was clammy with sweat, hair sticking to his face. The usually composed Colonel looked utterly wrecked—lips swollen from kissing and biting, eyes hazy like he’d just run a marathon.
I wrapped an arm around him, holding him close while my other hand absently stroked up and down his back in soothing circles. He nuzzled into me weakly—exhausted but content—and let out a soft sigh that made warmth bloom in my chest.
Valko watched us from his spot on the floor, golden eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Sweat still glistened on his sculpted chest as he took slow, deep breaths. For a moment there was quiet… just our breathing syncing and Caleb’s occasional shiver then Valko reached over and ran his fingers along my thigh then Caleb’s. "Mine."
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Summary: She doesn’t remember anything about her life before she saw him. But he wants nothing to do with her… until all of a sudden he does.
Word Count: 6,012
Netherlord - Chapter 5 - littlewolf1984 - 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Finished (Part 3 of a series: Myths)
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Part 5
The words were quiet, but they carried weight… like a door finally creaking open after being locked for years. My breath hitched slightly as I lifted my head to look at him properly as he pushed himself into a seated position and removed his boots before dipping his feet in the water.
This was it. The talk. The one that would explain everything: his coldness, his jealousy… and maybe even what this really was between us.
I swallowed hard before pushing myself up into a sitting position beside him. Turning fully toward him, I tucked one leg beneath me while fiddling with the pendant around my neck. "What about... your meeting with The Council?" I asked softly.
He glanced at me before turning his gaze back to the pond, where koi glided beneath the surface, darting forward bravely to nip at his toes before moving away again. "It was postponed," he said simply. "They wanted answers about Ghost sightings... I told them I had more important matters to attend to."
The way he said that so casually dismissive of something as serious as Council business spoke volumes. Nothing mattered more than this moment right now with me.
A silence fell again before he exhaled and finally looked at me, those violet eyes searching mine. "I owe you explanations," he admitted quietly. "For everything."
The air between us grew thick. Not with tension, but anticipation. This was the moment I’d waited for for years… answers to questions that had haunted me since I had woken up with him standing over me.
I didn’t interrupt or rush him, just nodded and leaned slightly closer, only for him to grip my waist and lift me into his lap. The sudden movement made me gasp as I was effortlessly settled across his thighs facing him. His large hands rested on my hips—warm and solid—anchoring me there while the cool night air kissed the bare skin of my thighs.
For a second, he just looked at me… like he was memorizing every freckle, every flicker of emotion then he averted his gaze, almost like he was wrestling with himself. "You and I are connected on a level that’s almost impossible to understand," he started slowly, "… two halves of a whole. Yin and yang." He trailed off, brushing his thumb over my pendant absently.
When he spoke again, his voice had dropped lower, the words measured and careful like he was choosing each one with extreme precision. "We aren’t supposed to be together. When we are… things start to fall apart, decay and wither."
The air between us turned heavy, the weight of that confession pressing down on my chest. My breath hitched slightly as I processed those words—we aren’t supposed to be together. The idea that our closeness caused destruction felt impossible to reconcile with how right it felt…
My fingers dug unconsciously into the muscle of his shoulders. "What do you mean?" I finally whispered, unable to stop myself from asking despite the dread curling in my stomach.
Was he telling me that now that I knew what it was like to be in his arms, safe and protected, that it needed to stop? Was something going to happen to me if we were together? Was something going to happen to him?
"I know what you’re thinking, Zaya. Stop it," he growled, making me jump and look up at him in surprise.
"When we're near each other for too long… things die," he continued then gestured around us before adding grimly, "It’s why I waited so long to bring you back the last time you died. It’s why I stayed away from you for eighty years even though all I wanted to do was hold onto you and never let you go. I was trying to find a way for us to be together without destroying everything."
The implications sank in like ice water as I looked around us. The lotus pond remained serene… petals drifting on glassy water, koi glided through its emerald depths, insects darted towards the water before fluttering away.
Beautiful… untouched by decay.
My stomach twisted as my mind raced with more questions… how long did it take for things to die when we were together? Was it gradual or sudden? Did people get sick or just die?
Before I could ask any of those things aloud, his hand lifted again. This time cupping my cheek and turning my face, so I had no choice but to meet his gaze head-on. "Listen, everything is okay," he said quietly but intensely. "I figured things out and we don’t have to be away from each other ever again." He lightly tapped the gemstone. "That's why this pendant exists."
It pulsed faintly under his fingertips… almost as if the magic within was drawn to him. The soft glow reflected in his eyes, making them look even more vibrant. Almost like twin galaxies swirling with power.
My breath caught as I realized why he had given me the pendant. It wasn’t just jewelry. He hadn’t given it to me on a whim. It was protection. A barrier against whatever destructive force tied us together.
"These pendants," he continued, "they neutralize the decay when we're near each other." He touched his own matching one… the green gem identical to mine but slightly larger and embedded in gold rather than silver.
Relief flooded through me so fast it nearly made my knees weak as everything clicked into place. The answer to why he’d waited so long before bringing me back after my last death? Why he’d waited another eighty years to be with me… all because he was searching for a way for us to be together.
What had he gone through to obtain them? How did they work to keep us together? And why did I have a feeling I wouldn’t like the answer?
He exhaled slowly as if sensing my thoughts. The weight of centuries seemed to press down on him. All the years he’d spent searching, experimenting, and failing… before finally succeeding. "They weren’t easy to make," he admitted quietly. "They required something… rare."
His gaze flickered away for just a second—an uncharacteristic hesitation from someone usually so confident and unshakable then it returned to mine. "The core of each gem is a piece of an ancient tree here in the Nether Realm… a piece of the soul of the tree to be exact. It’s the only thing known that can stabilize our energies and it took me quite some time to hunt the grove these trees grow in down and extract enough cores to make these pendants."
The revelation sent a chill through me because he had obtained the soul of an ancient trees... used their very essence? Had they been sacrificed to create these pendants? That kind of magic didn’t come without cost.
I stared at the glowing green gem, suddenly seeing it differently even though moments ago I had been grateful. Now I didn’t see it as a beautiful gift, but as something forged from sorrow and sacrifice.
How many trees had he destroyed for this? Had there been a great battle or were there Guardians protecting them that he had been forced to destroy?
My fingers hovered over the pendant before I finally touched it again… this time with uncertainty rather than curiosity. "Caleb," I started softly, searching his face for any hint of regret or pain about what he’d done to acquire them. "Did you… kill those trees?"
His expression darkened. Not in anger at my assumption but something else. "No." A pause as he studied my face then he continued quietly, "They gave them willingly and will continue to do as long as I return once a year and bring them the things they need to thrive."
My breath hitched because if they'd given up pieces of their souls freely then these trees weren't just objects. They were living beings who understood why they were needed and what they required in return. And once again, that changed everything about how I saw the pendant resting against my chest and his own heart...
He watched the emotions flicker across my face—the surprise, the relief, then something deeper. Respect. Awe. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just let me absorb it all, the weight of what he’d done to make this possible.
The ancient trees weren't mindless creatures; they were wise and sentient beings who understood balance better than anyone in this realm. And they had chosen him… trusted him enough to give pieces of their souls so that we could finally be together without consequence.
That kind of bond… that level of trust from an entity older than time itself? It spoke volumes about Caleb. Not as the cold man I had come to know or the obsessive lover but as someone worth following.
His fingers gently curled around the pendant, his touch feather light and reverent. "They know what it's like to care for something so deeply that you'd sacrifice everything for them," he murmured, voice thick with an emotion I rarely heard from him… gratitude. Gratitude for these ancient beings who believed in our bond enough to ensure that nothing would be destroyed because of it… not people nor nature itself nor us.
"What do they require in return?" I asked quietly.
He exhaled slowly. "They demand balance," he said simply. "They’re ancient Guardians. Older than even the gods in this Realm and they thrive on harmony between life and death, creation and decay… yin and yang."
He shifted slightly beneath me, adjusting my weight across his thighs before continuing. "To keep these pendants stable… I have to return every year with offerings: soulbeads from slain Ghosts, fruits from sacred orchards beyond our borders; pure water drawn from the mountain springs; and rare minerals."
His lips quirked slightly, not quite a smile but something close to amusement at how mundane the things they required sounded for such powerful magic. "They wish to meet you the next time I visit," he added, a flicker of something almost like pride passed through his eyes.
The idea of meeting them, beings older than time itself, wise and powerful enough to understand our bond sent a flutter through my chest. They wanted to see me? Not just hear about me… but meet me.
I could almost picture them in my mind: towering hundreds of stories high with dark bark thick like armor, their glowing green leaves whispering secrets of the universe as they stood guard over sacred groves of smaller trees.
"Meet them?" I repeated softly, surprised by how much I suddenly wanted this—to stand before those who had willingly given pieces of their souls for us.
He nodded. "They want assurance that you're real," he explained gently. "That you're not some illusion or trick meant to harm the balance." His fingers slid from his pendant up into my hair again… a habitual gesture that he couldn’t seem to control that I loved.
The way his fingers threaded through my hair was so familiar now—gentle, possessive, and comforting all at once. It grounded me as I processed everything.
"When do we go?" The question left my lips before I could overthink it. There was no hesitation in my voice because this mattered too much, not just for us but for them too.
His lips curved slightly at the corners. "In six months," he answered, then lifted his free hand and tapped the center of his chest where his pendant rested against his bare skin. "The magic stabilizes with the winter season; but they’ll know if the gems weaken or lose power before then and send word for us to come to them."
Six months. It wasn't far off, and yet it felt like an eternity to wait.
Caleb's fingers continued carding through my hair absently while his other hand traced idle patterns on my thigh… the touch light but grounding. We sat in comfortable silence for a while longer, listening to the pond’s soft ripples and distant night creatures calling to each other.
Eventually though… he shifted beneath me again.
This time not just adjusting but tilting forward until his lips met mine in a kiss that was different from all the others tonight. Softer, slower… almost tender. It wasn’t hungry or claiming or fueled by anger this time; it was sweet, an expression of something deeper than possessiveness or passion. Love? Affection? Gratitude? All three mixed into one.
Whatever emotion drove him into that gentle press of lips against mine I melted into it instantly, returning each featherlight brush with one just as soft.
When we finally parted, his breath fanned over my mouth as those purple eyes searched mine again. There was something raw in them… vulnerable even. Then he hugged me. Not possessively or tightly but carefully… almost hesitantly? Like someone afraid their arms might break the very thing they were holding if they squeezed too hard.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck where loose pieces of my silver hair tickled my neck and for several seconds… he just stayed there breathing me in while one hand rubbed slow circles on my back.
I closed my eyes and let myself melt into him completely—nose pressing against his temple as I inhaled that familiar scent: sandalwood with a hint of something uniquely him. No cologne could replicate it; it was just Caleb—the man who had loved me through lifetimes. The man who had spent decades? Centuries? Longer? Trying to find a way for us to be together.
How could I ever repay him for everything he had done in order for us to be together? For what he had sacrificed? His time? His sanity?
His lips brushed against my neck once… then again. Tiny, almost absent-minded presses like he couldn’t stop himself from touching me. Each one sent a little shiver through me, making me crave more of his touch, more of his kisses.
I felt his lips curve into a small smile against my skin before they moved along my jawline until finally reaching the corner of mouth where he paused. For another heartbeat, nothing happened… then he turned his head and captured my lips in another soft kiss before pulling away with a lopsided smile.
The sight of that smile, rare and genuine, not the cold expression or possessive glare he had worn so often made my heart swell. It was small, barely there… just a slight upward tilt at the corner of his mouth but it transformed his entire face into something breathtakingly beautiful.
I couldn’t help myself; I giggled. A light, airy sound that slipped out without warning because seeing him like this made me giddy inside for reasons I couldn’t understand.
His smile widened just a fraction, and he just stared at me, those purple eyes wide like he’d never heard that sound before… or maybe hadn’t in so long he forgot how it sounded. Then something shifted. That quiet tenderness in his gaze deepened into something warmer, softer than I'd ever seen on him. No possessiveness. No control or dominance… just pure affection.
Without warning, his arms tightened around me, then he was kissing my cheeks rapidly: quick pecks here then there like an overexcited child discovering joy for the first time.
Mwah! On one cheekbone.
Mwah! On the other.
Mwah! A soft smooch right on nose.
Each kiss came with more laughter, the bells in my hair chiming softly each time my head moved. The sudden, playful side of Caleb was so different from the quiet, reserved man who ignored me for eighty years or the intense, obsessive man who had claimed me last night and kissed me with bruising hunger was utterly disarming.
I laughed again and instinctively raised my hands to cup his face between them. His skin was warm under my palms; smooth except for the faintest stubble along his jawline.
For a second, I just looked at him… memorizing this version of a man I couldn’t fully remember but who I knew deep down had belonged to me dozens if not hundreds of times: high cheekbones flushed with pleasure, eyes crinkling at the corners with happiness… lips slightly parted as his breath fanned over mine…
Without thinking or maybe following some instinct that told me I had done so a million times before, I leaned forward slowly until our mouths met once more. This kiss wasn't rushed or hungry but slow and sweet… like tasting something precious after years without it.
The kiss deepened naturally, our lips moving together in perfect sync like they’d done this dance a thousand times because we had. There was no urgency, no fire or passion driving it… just warmth and tenderness. The kind of kiss that spoke volumes without words.
My thumbs brushed over his cheekbones as I kissed him, savoring the softness of his mouth against mine and the way his lips parted slightly to accommodate me like he trusted me completely.
And Caleb? He responded with quiet devotion. No tongue, no teeth… just slow presses of lips and tiny nips followed by soothing kisses.
When we finally broke apart, he didn’t pull far away, instead resting our foreheads together while our noses bumped lightly every time one of us breathed.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment—long lashes casting shadows on his flushed cheeks—and he exhaled slowly through his nose like he was savoring this too. The peacefulness radiating from him was surreal… the cold Netherlord who many here feared? The obsessive lover who claimed me so obsessively? Gone.
In this instant… there was only this. Only us.
He pulled back, one hand lifting to brush stray hair behind my ear while the other traced down the side my face before cupping my jaw tenderly and then he whispered words that shattered whatever composure I had left.
"I love you."
The words… simple, quiet, and so deep in their sincerity, hit me like a tidal wave. My breath stopped entirely for a second.
I’d known it. Deep down, even if I didn’t understand what we were to one another, I had always felt it on some level that he loved me… but hearing him say it out loud? After centuries of silence? After lifetimes where he hadn’t been able to be with me?
Tears welled up instantly—stinging the corners of my eyes before spilling over without permission. They slipped down my cheeks fast and hot as his thumb caught one mid-fall and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I did love him… I always had.
"I love you, too."
My lower lip quivered as I stared at him through blurry vision, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I surged forward and crashed our mouths together again.
He kissed me back with equal fervor. One hand slid down to press against the small of my back, pulling me even closer until there was no space left. Until our bodies were flushed together from chest to hips. The other hand cradled the back of my head gently but firmly keeping our lips locked as if afraid I'd pull away too soon.
When we finally did part, the look on his face stole what little breath I had left. He was beaming, his whole face lit up like the Nether Realm’s twin moons. His eyes sparkled, crinkled at the corners, and his cheeks were pink from more than just kisses.
The sight of him like that was something I never thought I'd see. The man who wore stoicism like armor was radiant. His entire face glowed with pure happiness, unfiltered and bright as if he’d just been handed the universe itself. And all because he had figured out how we could be together. Then we said ‘I love you’ out loud and that made everything better… real.
Tears kept streaming down my cheeks, happy ones that didn’t stop. Not even when he pulled me close for another kiss, fingers wrapping around my braid while his other arm slid around my waist, holding me so close that our heartbeats synced.
We stayed locked together like that for what could have been minutes or hours, but eventually exhaustion began creeping up, the adrenaline fading and leaving behind peaceful contentment instead.
He finally broke our kiss with a sigh that was more content than tired and rested his forehead against mine as his thumb wiped away another stray tear from my cheek. "We should get you inside," he murmured softly, voice low and warm with affection.
He didn't wait for a response before carefully lifting me into his arms bridal-style. I instinctively curled against his chest, wrapping my arms around his next and resting my head against him, quietly listening to steady thump of his heart beneath my ear while he carried me towards our home.
The walk through the moonlit garden was quiet, peaceful in a way I hadn’t experienced since waking up here. The cool night air kissed my skin, but Caleb’s body heat kept me warm as he carried me effortlessly.
When we reached the grand double doors, he nudged them open with his shoulder and stepped into the dimly lit foyer before making his way to our bedroom. As he pushed open the door to our chambers, the soft glow of lanterns cast golden light over the plush rugs and silken sheets. The bed looked impossibly inviting after such an emotionally overwhelming night.
He carried me straight towards it, gently lowering me to sit on the mattress then quietly removed my gown and camisole then his pants before climbing into the bed beside me. Gently wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me further up the bed until my head was on one of the fluffy pillows before laying down beside me.
For a moment, he just lay on his back staring at the ceiling… as if absorbing everything. Then he turned onto his side and pulled me against him so that my head rested on his chest while one arm draped over my waist.
The moment I settled against him; his body molded to mine perfectly like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek was soothing, the rhythmic thud-thud of his heart a lullaby. His fingers idly traced circles on my back, a touch so gentle it made me feel cherished rather than claimed.
Outside the window, crickets sang their evening song while fireflies flickered in and out like tiny stars dancing across the water. But I remained focused completely on him. I closed my eyes, just breathing him in and when I opened them again… he was already looking at me.
Without speaking, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to each eyelid before moving to brush one against the tip of my nose then finally captured my lips again, a slow sweet meshing of mouths that left me breathless and wanting more.
The kiss was feather-light at first, but it deepened almost instantly, becoming hungry. His mouth moved over mine with quiet reverence and when his tongue gently slipped past my parted lips to meet mine, I melted into him completely.
One hand cradled the back of my head while the other splayed across my lower back, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch between us. Every now and then he'd pull away slightly for air only to dive right back in again—as if stopping meant breaking whatever spell had fallen over us.
A soft moan slipped out when he nibbled lightly at my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. The sound seemed to spark something inside him because suddenly he rolled us without breaking the connection, pressing me deeper into the mattress.
His body hovered just above mine, hips tucked between my thighs and hard cock sliding against my center, as those skilled lips kept working their magic. Biting playfully here then kissing sweetly there… each touch igniting tiny fires under my skin.
The weight of his body was intoxicating… solid, warm, and utterly possessive in a way that sent sparks through my veins. Even though we'd already been intimate multiple times, this felt different. Not rushed or desperate… but slow-burning intimacy laced with tenderness.
His hands roamed my body slowly, reverently. Memorizing every curve and dip like he hadn’t already committed them to memory. His fingertips traced the outline of my collarbone before gliding down to the swell of my breast, his thumb tracing light circles around my nipple then his large hand cupped my ribcage and glided down to rest on my waist.
When his lips finally left mine, they trailed down my jaw… then lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. A whimper escaped me as his teeth grazed that sensitive spot right above my shoulder.
The bite was gentle, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath hitch and my fingers lift to tangle in his hair. He chuckled against my skin before soothing the spot with a slow lick and another kiss before his lips continued their descent, mapping every inch of exposed skin. The hollow of my throat… over my collarbones… down between my breasts.
He hesitated there for a moment before looking up at me through his lashes, then he licked my skin before moving and sealing his mouth around one pert nipple. The sensation sent a jolt straight through me—electric and sweet. I arched into him, a soft gasp slipping past my lips as pleasure spiked through every nerve.
He hummed, low and satisfied, the vibration sending another shockwave of pleasure through me. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak before he sucked gently, drawing it deeper into his mouth while his teeth lightly scraped in a way that made my hips jerk against him.
One hand slid up to cup my other breast, thumb brushing over its peak, alternating between soft pinches and slow circles until it was taut. The contrast between his mouth lavishing attention on one side while tormenting the other with delicate touches had me squirming beneath him.
When he finally released my nipple, his lips found mine again in a searing kiss. His kiss deepened quickly; hungrier now. One palm slid down my chest to my stomach, tracing every inch of soft skin as he explored my body until his fingers found the slick folds of my pussy.
He didn’t rush. He took his time exploring me with slow, deliberate strokes… teasing the outer lips before slipping a single finger between them to gather moisture. Then he worked that finger in lazy circles around my clit, just enough pressure to make me whimper but not enough friction for real relief. The frustration built deliciously inside me… and from the smirk I felt against my lips he knew exactly what he was doing.
Breathing heavily, he shifted just slightly so that while one hand continued its maddening teasing below… the other reached down and grasped his cock, those long fingers slowly sliding up and down his length.
The sight of him touching himself—those strong, elegant fingers wrapping around his thick cock while watching my every reaction with those dark violet eyes—sent a fresh wave of heat straight through me. His strokes were slow at first, almost lazy… just enough friction to make the tip glisten with precum. The way his thumb swiped over it before continuing to stroke himself made me bite my lip hard because I wanted him so badly, I could barely stand it.
The air between us grew heavier, charged with need. His cock twitched in his grip as he watched my face, studying every flicker of desire, every hitched breath and something possessive flared in his eyes.
Without warning, he captured my mouth again while moving over me to line himself up. The broad head of his cock pressed against me… teasing just enough to make me squirm then he was sliding inside, slowly at first as if savoring each bit of the tight heat surrounding him. A groan rumbled from deep in his chest when we were fully joined, forehead dropping to mine as we both gasped for air.
For a moment neither of us moved; just breathed together while our bodies adjusted then he began moving—a slow roll of hips that dragged almost entirely out before pushing back in with deliberate slowness that had me whimpering into the crook of his neck.
Each thrust was measured and deep rather than fast or frantic… the rhythm was maddening. Deliberate, full-bodied strokes that sent waves of pleasure radiating through my core. His hips rolled in a slow, sensual grind that made me feel every ridge and vein of his thickness, stretching and filling me perfectly.
His arms caged me beneath him as he moved, one hand braced by my head while the other cradled the side of my face. His breath came in warm puffs against my lips as our mouths hovered just inches apart… never quite kissing but close enough to share the same air.
Every movement screamed devotion. The way his hips rocked into mine with such care, the soft press of his lips when they finally met mine again in a kiss that was more feeling than passion. It was overwhelming.
Tears pricked at my eyes, not from sadness but from how much I loved this closeness after so many years apart. His thumb brushed the skin of my cheekbone before he kissed each eyelid again… almost like he knew and was offering a silent apology for every lonely year without him.
His thrusts stayed slow, one hand sliding down to grip my thigh and lift it higher around his waist. The new position widened my legs and the angle changed slightly, which had him hitting that spot deep inside me that sent sparks shooting up my spine.
A quiet, broken sound escaped him—half moan, half sigh—as his hips stuttered for just a second. His eyes fluttered shut as he focused on the sensation of my pussy clenching around him, of my arms wrapping around his shoulders and my nails digging into his skin.
His breath hitched against my skin, the shift and tightness of my body making every thrust more intense—more perfect. His lips found my shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my skin while his hips began moving with a slightly firmer rhythm. Still slow… still deliberate… but now each deep stroke carried more purpose.
The hand on my thigh slid higher, fingers kneading into the soft flesh there before gripping firmly to adjust my body, tilting my hips so he could sink even deeper. The new position had his cock head dragging over that sweet spot relentlessly with every roll of his hips.
A whimper slipped out when the pleasure suddenly crested sharply. Not quite an orgasm but close enough to make my nails dig into his back. He responded by capturing one of my wrists and pinning it beside our heads without breaking pace before grabbing the other and dragging them above my head with one hand.
His larger frame caged me beneath him, his body radiating heat and strength as he continued those slow, deep thrusts. Every roll of his hips now carried that perfect angle that made my back arch and sounds I had never heard pour from my lips.
His breathing grew heavier, each exhale hot against my mouth. His free hand slid down his chest, over the tight planes of his stomach to where our bodies were joined. There, his fingers brushed over where his cock slid in and out of my pussy before moving higher to find my clit. He touched it lightly at first, a featherlight circle that made me gasp and squirm under him.
The dual sensations… his cock stretching me perfectly combined with slow circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves were overwhelming. Pleasure coiled tighter in my belly like a spring winding tighter with each second.
My thighs trembled; lips parting soundlessly for a few seconds before I finally found air and moaned so low that it almost couldn’t be considered a sound. He heard it though… the broken cry slipping from between my clenched teeth and something primal flickered behind those violet eyes before he sped up his thrusts.
The change was subtle at first, just a fraction more urgency in his movements but then the restraint snapped. His hips pistoned faster, his cock hit deeper, each snap of his pelvis driving me into the mattress with delicious force. The hand pinning my wrists tightened slightly as he adjusted to this new pace while keeping my clit under those torturously perfect circles of his thumb.
Every nerve lit up like fireworks every time he bottomed out, the stretch now bordering on overwhelming but in that sweet way that made pleasure sing through every muscle and tendon. My back arched off the bed, desperate moans spilling past my swollen lips.
The slap of skin meeting skin filled the room alongside ragged breaths and whimpers.
The room spun, my vision blurred at the edges. The sensations were almost too much yet not enough: his cock pounding into me with relentless precision, that thumb circling my clit just shy of too rough but exactly right, the delicious burn in my thighs from holding this position.
A high-pitched whine built in the back of my throat as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside. My body tensed… muscles locking up… toes curling into the sheets beneath us…
Caleb saw it coming before I realized exactly what was happening, the exact second I teetered on that precipice. His lips crashed onto mine again while he increased both speed and pressure simultaneously; hips slamming down harder now while his thumb pressed more firmly against my clit without losing its rhythm.
That was it. I shattered.
Wave after wave of blinding white-hot ecstasy ripped through me so violently that for a terrifying moment, I forgot how to breathe. My back arched and my pussy clenched around his cock as euphoria exploded… bright colors dancing behind my eyelids almost like a kaleidoscope.
He didn’t stop his desperate thrusts, not even when he felt every fluttering contraction of my body squeezing around his cock greedily. After several more thrusts, he groaned against my mouth, a low guttural sound vibrating straight through his chest and suddenly froze except for the pulsing of his cock as he followed me over.
For a few heartbeats, he just stayed there… frozen above me while waves of ecstasy rolled through him. His face twisted slightly in blissful agony before his features softened and slowly relaxed then he exhaled and collapsed. Even in his blissed-out state, he was careful to avoid putting too much weight on my smaller frame by bracing himself on one elbow.
His other hand came up to brush damp strands of hair away from my sweaty forehead before pressing a slow kiss right between my eyebrows. Then he slowly pulled out of my body and rolled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me with him until I was pressed against his side.
He kissed the top of my head without a word, just an absent press of lips to before settling back into the pillows and running his fingers over my hair then down my back. The warmth radiating from his body wrapped around me like a second blanket… safe and comforting.
A few minutes passed like this in comfortable silence until he shifted so we faced each other. In dim lantern light he looked younger somehow… less guarded as he reached out and ran a finger over my lips before pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
"I've loved you," he murmured against my skin, "in every lifetime. And I will keep loving you... until there are no more stars."
Note: Darkness Comes, Xavier's fic, is next BUT with all the stuff going on with Valko I haven't been focusing on it like I should have so give me a little time & I will get it done & start posting it.
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