WET DREAMS — CALEB/XIA YIZHOU
–summary; what has him all hot and bothered?
–contents; fluff, smut (mdni), tiny bit of angst
Some consider insanity to be the process of trying the same thing over and over again while expecting different results. But have they ever felt unseen by the world and trapped in their own wordly vessel?
There wasn't even a fleeting moment of peace in his mind – always filled to the brim and preoccupied with tasks and responsibilities placed upon him. And yet, he worried more about your safety and well-being more than he did for his own, considering he had been protecting you ever since he could remember himself, blaming it on the supposed sibling relationship until he got older.
Figuring out feelings is more difficult than what people are prepared to give credit for. He always remembers being physically exhausted from what he had to endure each day, yet when his eyes finally fluttered shut he was haunted by his thoughts, thoughts he shouldn't have while you're one room away.
After some time of observing him, you had started noticing subtle patterns in the way he slept. You watched the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. He looked so peaceful. Caleb's only motion was his hand moving slowly toward his face, running his slender fingers through his dark hair and brushing it out of his face. A rush of hope used to ripple through you – maybe his nightmares had come to a halt for the night. Or so you thought every time.
Today was one of the days you could hear him from the room he had given you. Caleb had changed after the explosion, he was no longer the innocent boy you once found comfort and security in – not the same boy you held a grudge on because he did not make time to play with you or hand you over sweet treats behind Gran's back. No, he was the Colonel of the Farspace fleet now. He had to leave his old self behind if he wanted to fit into that role.
The worst part was, seeing an unrecognizable version of him, and still, all you could hear were the same faint whines that escaped from your childhood friend and bounced off the walls each time he fell unconscious while you tried to soothe him.
It was different this time. Something felt off, and that sensation rotted in your gut.
He had fallen asleep in the room he had settled for. Caleb's room was spacious with his queen sized bed, minimally decorated and colored in his own personal touch and, above all, cozy. Despite his preferences, he was willing to switch bedrooms the moment you expressed your fondness for him.
Your hand rested on the doorknob, tapping the smooth material underneath your fingertips to distract your mind from the current dilemma you had found yourself tangled in. Was invading his privacy proper under these circumstances? –What if he was doing something else– But then again, what were you to do while he was audibly struggling not so far away from where you were standing?
The door clicked open by a slight push of your hand, swaying enough to give you space to slip into the room.
The sight of him, while experiencing a disturbing dream, was something you were grown used to, unfortunately. His fingers clutched onto the soft material of the blanket he had pulled over himself.
However, his expression didn't have the same fear and despair it had written all over it like it did in the past. You sat by his side, careful not to startle him further, studying his mannerisms and every small shift in his attitude in an attempt to decipher what his dream was about.
After a few moments of silence you realized how much of a bad idea was to enter his room, his harsh breaths fading into desperate whines – his hand clenched onto the blanket, before it brushed against your skin. Caleb had always been a light sleeper, plus his position in the aerospace added more to that trait of his. And this time, the coldness of your fingers on his hand was what stirred him awake.
His forearm rested over his eyes, an audible groan escaping him as he struggled to adjust to the moonlight, blinding him through the window.
“What are you doing here, pipsqueak?” Caleb began, taking his arm off of his face so he could check the time on the bright screen of the digital clock placed atop his nightstand. A major part of him was concerned that you were up and about at this hour. His voice was different from what you were used to, as it came out groggy and rough with sleep.
Taking a mental note of your facial expression upon hearing him speak, he cleared his throat, “missed me already?”
His hand enveloping yours was a sensation worth memorizing and reminiscing about later on in the future - the way his thumb glided over the bruised skin on your knuckles, lifting it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss on them right after. He wanted to make sure that you knew how much he cared, even if he couldn't quite put it into words.
You didn't hesitate when it came to his touch. He was warm compared to the silk textile of the nightgown he had bought for you a few days prior, it clung perfectly on your frame - if anything, Caleb has your measurements engraved in the back of his mind. The material was smooth, comfortable yet the only downside of it was the inability to maintain your body temperature.
The goosebumps on your skin didn't go unnoticed. Caleb slipped the blanket covering his body on yours instead the very moment he took note of a suppressed shiver rushing through you. You cherished the comfort that came with the soft fabric and his cologne staining it. Reality seemed to disappear, even for a moment, before your eyes started studying his frame; spread out right in front of you, shirt hitching up his hipbone and a bulge straining his pyjama pants.
You blinked a few times – that explains everything, his restlessness, his messed up breathing pattern and his noises weren't because of a nightmare, oh god – “I should head back to my room…and you should rest.” A quick excuse left your lips faster than you anticipated. Maybe he wouldn't doubt your very believable excuse.
Unfortunately for you, his eyes never left yours, and the way he was gazing at you was like a bucket of cold water in the face.
The whiny tone lacing his voice already had you reconsidering your decisions, but the way he tugged on the hem of your shirt as soon as you stood up from his bed was a whole different thing.
Caleb had become very well aware of how his gaze resembled one of a desperate puppy, all thanks to you reminding him of it at the most inconvenient times, like when he was on duty with you on the other side of the line, or when he was a little too full of himself.
However, after so much teasing, he had grown accustomed to it. Here he was now – the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, lilac eyes staring up at you, just like a lost puppy desperate for affection.
It was comical, really. The way his usually sharp gaze softened, lips apart and ready to beg for your attention instead of command and all of this because of a dream.
"What did you even dream about that got you this messed up?" You questioned, with no hesitation whatsoever. It was too late to filter any thoughts or to rethink the correct way to phrase sentences. Your hand remained on top of his watching as his expression changed.
Caleb's hand shifted, leaving yours as he moved them to rest on the bones of your hips, slowly drawing you in and hoping you'd follow along. "Let me show you, pipsqueak." He murmured as if his offer was only for you to hear.
Before you was the Caleb you had grown up knowing your whole life. Always a teasing attitude and a playful glint hiding in the lilac coloured irises that you had always adored the most. He kept them fixated on you as he guided your legs to sink into the mattress on either side of his chest; his arms remaining behind your knees while his fingers massaged the soft flesh of your thighs.
His face almost looked ethereal beneath you, like a sculpture made to honor a God. A statue so carefully chiseled down to the finest details by the best of the best, capturing every playful intention and liveliness by using the brightest colors on their palette.
Not able to help the redness giving away just how flustered you had gotten over this gesture, you tried to play it off by playing dumb, "Are we about to cuddle?" – Okay maybe it was a stupid question, but it worked, didn't it? Caleb's low chuckle escaping his throat echoed in the room.
"Later? Sure." He had a habit of scoffing every time you came up with an idiotic excuse or an unreasonable question, "But I haven't finished my description yet." Caleb was a trained pilot, trained to make quick work of things.
In a blink of an eye he had repositioned himself, bringing your body to straddle his face and barely leaving any space separating you from him. "I dreamed of you just like this." It was painfully obvious how much he was holding back; his thumb tracing small hearts on the inside of your thighs to distract himself.
It was all too much, his touch, his breath ghosting over your skin. You were about to detangle yourself from his grasp. His gaze stuck on you as if he was a loyal follower and you were his religion - the only one he would ever kneel for and worship. And he made sure you'd understand his silent message.
Time spent with his pipsqueak was valuable for him, so he rarely turned down the opportunity. Hence why his teeth were already grazing your skin, leaving soft marks and goosebumps in their wake. You were pretty sure Caleb didn't have any experience with these things, so how was it possible for him to know exactly the way to run his tongue over the freshly made wounds? How could he stay so calm while you struggled to keep your moans to yourself the moment his tongue reached your core?
“You're awfully quiet, pipsqueak.” His voice was barely above a whisper, vibrating against your skin. He could never resist the banter he had with you whenever his teasing got the best of you. He knew you better than anyone, and for that, you were thankful.
Caleb sat in pure awe, his lilac eyes studying your silhouette standing out in the darkness of the room. "And wet already… you needy little thing" Giving you time to process his words and what he was about to do? Overrated. The only warning you got was the feeling of his finger hooking around the underside of your panties before he gently tugged it away, leaving you exposed.
Every single one of his moves was calculated. Caleb wouldn't hesitate to shoot a man, but if anything happened to you by his hand, he simply wouldn't forgive himself.
“This is embarrassing.” The shakiness in your voice spurred him on, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue and slowly licking his way up to the bundle of nerves hidden between your folds.
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your remark, “Loosen up, princess.” His voice vibrated against your sensitive flesh while the sound of it soothed you, until he started pushing a finger past your puffy lips. Starting off with a few careful pumps and before you knew it, he was in knuckle-deep with your juices coating his beautiful hand, and his lips wrapped around your swollen clit.
A choked moan escaped you, in an attempt to muffle your own sounds by biting down on your lower lip while you readjusted yourself on his face. You needed to keep your mind busy somehow even if that didn't go as planned since Caleb used his evol to restrain you from shifting any further. "I wasn't going anywhere," You managed to breathe out right after understanding what went through his mind the moment you started moving in the slightest. He sucked at hiding his feelings, for his face and body never quieted down.
"False alarm." He smiled innocently, as if he hadn't just shot you a glare, daring you to move away whilst he ate you out. What mattered now was that the pressure of his evol on your shoulders had paused.
His fingers continued caressing you, curling to find just the right spot. The boyish smirk crossing his features as soon as you could no longer contain your whines was just the cherry on top.
You could feel a familiar coil in your stomach, ready and threatening to snap if he kept this up. “You taste so good. So so good.” And with that you were over the edge, fingers removed and leaving you empty, his tongue lapping up your release without wasting a second.
Caleb didn’t give a flying fuck about his oxygen running out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head in pure ecstasy while squeezing his face in between your thighs, soaking him was all he cared about.
A faint gush of wind met your skin, making you automatically shiver in response, hyper aware of every sensation around you. However, he didn’t let you alone for too long - carefully switching positions in a blink of an eye.
His hand planted on either side of your head, “You’ve never done this before, have you?” Caleb asked, staring down at you with his characteristic smirk - a wave of possessiveness mixed very well with pride rushing through him at the thought. But he knew all about your past relationships -he never approved of by the way- and how terrible they were, in the end he still bore the title of your ‘gege’.
“Tell me what I can do to make you feel good.” He coaxed, the back of his hand coming up to brush the textured skin of your cheek, the same skin he had wiped so many tears off years before. The way he could switch between a colonel and a desperate puppy was… oddly arousing. He felt the need to please you, to hear your praises despite his cock straining painfully against the rough fabric of his pants. “Tell gege, where do you want to be touched?”
The same fingers that fucked you were now stroking circles around the sensitive bud of one of your breasts, “Here?” He murmured as he gauzed your expressions shifting with each small touch. The moonlight creeping through the swaying curtains only audience you had while his hand explored you, “or maybe… here?” He continued, gently massaging your inner thigh. “Oh, I know.” the rough surface of his fingertips brushed against your calf, adjusting you until your heel dug into his shoulder - his hands weren’t always like this, they were soft once.
He’d be the death of you, but that’d be a fair exchange, for you’d be his.
—a/n; just a little something I had in my drafts for a few months,, tysm for reading and have a nice day/night ♡