catching his fantasies
Synopsis – You decide to pay a visit to his home in Skyhaven. You’d planned for a nice, relaxing daytrip to the nearby floating beach with your good friend after picking him up. Caleb had planned for a long day at home thinking of and yearning for you, but in ways less innocent than planning a fun trip to the beach with someone he’s never really considered to be just a friend.
[18+ Love & Deepspace] Caleb/Gender Neutral Reader Tags: Male masturbation, Sub! Caleb, teasing Caleb while he jerks off, helping him while he does, Caleb thrusting into his hand to get off... while you're sitting in his lap, I mean as a friend that's the best u can do right :[ Word count: 2.1k
Explicit content beneath.
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Caleb sags into the couch as his hand moves over his cock. He inhales little traces of your scent from your underwear, his throat going dry. You smell so pretty. So delicious. He falls into a hazy delirium as he fists his cock in his hand to the thought of tasting you on his tongue.
The arousal throbs so bruisingly in his body that he doesn’t hear the soft notes of your arrival. The usual click of the front door as you push it closed. He doesn’t even hear when your bag thumps down onto the floor, nor does he register the sound of your shoes falling to the floor as you take them off carelessly.
His moans fill your ears as you slip your shoes off. You perk up. There’s confusion. Concern—a hint of worry—could he be hurt?
Then there’s a long sigh of your name. Caleb’s voice is raspy to your ears. Beneath it, slick, rhythmic sounds pass through the air and reach you. The realization hits you like a freight train.
“That’s it (Name),” he moans, voice slightly muffled. You considered leaving the way you came, gathering all your stuff and walking out in your socks without even putting your shoes back on. But—could he be fucking someone, and they just happened to have the same name as you? The possibility of him with someone else, touching them and holding them close as he fucks them on his couch, has something nasty churning in your chest. Your brow twists with, lip curling with an envy you don't understand. After all, you're just his very best friend.
Before you know what you’re doing you’ve crossed the threshold and pad over on quiet feet into the living room. You see the back of Caleb’s head hanging slightly off the couch.
He’s fucking his own hand. And he has your underwear splayed across his face, the crotch of the fabric settled over his sharp nose. You see his chest rise with a deep inhale. He says your name again.
“Ride me, pips,” he mutters, so lost in his fantasy. Your breathing catches.
“Caleb?” you call in a small voice.
Caleb simply moans louder. His hand moves faster over his cock. You don’t dare glance at it. You can’t tell if you’re afraid of what you’d do if you looked at it or how the thought of it would fill your fantasies when you lay alone in your bedroom tonight.
The sound of your voice emerges as a fabrication from his fantasy. He doesn’t register that it’s real. But the thought of hearing your voice when he’s like this has him pulsing with arousal.
“Caleb?” you call louder. You only hesitate slightly before you press a hand to his shoulder, your knee planted into the couch, next to his body.
Caleb freezes and rips your underwear off his face. He’s met with your body almost pinning him to the couch, your hand on his shoulder as you lean over him.
“Holy shit!”
You both pant there for several seconds. Both caught off-guard by the visceral reaction of the other. You decide to break the silence, glancing down at his chest so that, from your periphery, you can catch a glimpse of his cock. It shines with lube. White trails leak down from its tip.
“Sorry I interrupted you,” you mutter. “Do you want to keep going?”
Caleb is less bewildered by your words than you expected him to be.
He looks up into your eyes. There’s a dark haze there in the supernova of his irises. You’re seeing a completely different side of him tonight. If you’re willing to get this close when he’s like this, he’ll show you everything he has to give.
“Sit on me.”
You obey without question. The sight of his dick has probably dumbed you down a little. You let him maneuver you into his lap, but besides your legs and the hand he has on your hip no other part of you is touching. Slowly, meeting his eyes, you wrap your arms around his broad, thick shoulders.
“You were thinking about me, Caleb?”
The man gives a breath. “It’s always you.”
He begins to stroke his cock, but his eyes never leave your face. You can’t help but shift your gaze downward to watch him, while he watches you.
He’s so big. His shaft throbs angrily in his hand as he touches himself.
“Go faster,” you murmur. “You were close earlier, yeah?” You could hear it.
“Mmmhm,” Caleb hums shakily in agreement. He follows your orders. His fist passes over his hard length in a blurring up-and-down motion.
“What were you thinking about, Cay?” You lean forward and press a kiss to the back of his ear. Your voice drops to a whisper as he shudders at your innocent touches, the very epitomes of restraint compared to the way he’s touching himself, “Were you thinking of me here with you? My body on top of yours? You were getting off to the thought of me riding you on this couch, weren’t you?”
Caleb whimpers.
“Answer me, Caleb.”
“Yesssss,” he says, almost crying with the effort to respond to you. The man has never been more aroused in his life than he is now, with you murmuring filthy questions into his ear. “I always think about you on top.”
“About me, huh? Am I the only friend you think about when you're like this?” you tease, your teeth peeking from your lip as you give one soft nibble to his ear. He nods at your words, little chants of 'yes yes yes, yes,' and what you think might be a soft promise of 'only you, (Name)'—his vow of desire for you and your body only—ringing true to your ears.
You kiss along his jaw as his breathing morphs into hard pants beneath you. He shivers as you whisper filth into his ears, “You were practically licking up my underwear when I came in. Have you thought of me riding your face too?”
Caleb lurches against you. He grips you tighter with the hand he has on your hip as he moans. “Yes, yes yes yes I always think of you on my face.” He begins to babble, “I’ve always wanted to taste you. You smell so good, your body wash is so sweet I—”
“Dirty boy. You’ve used my body wash before?” you chuckle. “For something like this?”
He doesn’t answer, simply stammers and strings together words that end up an incomprehensible, jumbled mess.
You pull back from his neck and grip his chin with one hand so that his eyes are on yours, but his hand never stops as he pulls and fists at himself.
“Focus, Caleb.”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers immediately. “I’m sorry, yes, I’ve used your body wash for this, c-came so hard when I used it the first time—thought of my face between your thighs while I—I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry—”
So he's touched himself to your body wash more than once. Your ego grows with each word that leaves his pretty lips. He's been yours since the start. You were just hesitating to make that true, afraid of ruining a friendship that was never meant to be. He was always meant to be yours.
“While you what? What were you thinking about?” you tease further. The Cheshire Cat of your ego grins.
He shakes his head.
You feign disappointment at his answer. The weight of your body begins to leave his lap. Caleb panics.
He reels you back in immediately. Holds you to him and looks up at you with desperation, practically begging with his eyes for you not to ask him any more questions but also asking you not to leave just because you’re displeased with him.
But you refuse to sit back down in his lap. Caleb relents with a pouty frown.
“I would think of you sitting on my face, and I’d lick up into you and memorize your taste, maybe you’d clench around it if I made you feel good enough—sometimes I wouldn’t even last two minutes when that was what I’d think about.”
“Mmm.” You trace the little pout of his lips with a thumb. Caleb follows your finger with desperate eyes. Are you satisfied with his answer? “I like it when you’re honest, Caleb. How about you indulge me, hm? Why don’t you show me how hard thinking of me makes you cum.”
Caleb plants his feet into the floor and bucks up into his hand. Your eyes go wide. You catch your balance with your hands on his shoulders, rocking up and down as he jerks off and ruts into his hand, taking your weight with him. A slew of expletives pass through your head as your nose brushes Caleb’s, his open mouth releasing wild, shaky breaths that fan across your face. You grip his shoulders and brace yourself for the ride.
You’ve tucked your cheek behind his ear in a lackluster attempt at hiding your embarrassment from him as he forces you to bounce up and down with every thrust of his hips. You must weigh nothing to a man with strength like his. Caleb’s whimpers ring right by your own ear, his hot breaths warming the naked skin of your shoulder.
He sobs as he touches himself. “Fuck, I can’t, (Name), I have to see you—please let me see you.” His pleas almost sound like a sob. You can imagine how he’s throbbing in his hand, how the very sight of you is the only thing he needs to finish. “Please, please please please please please I’m so—so close—”
“Shh,” you tut, pressing a kiss to the back of his ear. You lean back. Your eyes meet his and you see how his face immediately twists with pleasure. “You’ve been so good for me, baby. Your body has been so honest. Let go.”
Caleb watches how you bounce on top of him. The moist part of your lips and the way your tongue wets your bottom lip just before you take it between your teeth. He can almost imagine that he’s inside you, taking you and simply chasing his orgasm so he can pump your soft walls full of his cum. The thought of plugging you full, his cum drooling down your naked hole, fills his mind and he whimpers your name again.
“You’re so pretty, Caleb,” you murmur, your eyes never leaving his. “You’re so good.”
“I’m good?” he rasps, coming closer and closer. “I’ve been a good boy?”
That pulls a shaky sigh from your lungs.
Gods, you have to let him do this again. Have to let him be the one to touch you and finally have you make those sounds. With purpose, and full intentions. As opposed to the almost innocent touch he has with his hand wrapped around your hip.
“Yes, baby,” you coo. “Such a good boy.”
It all happens in a matter of seconds. You spread your legs wider and press your tummy to him. His hand stops moving as his cock is buried in the folds of the fabric of your loose shirt. Then you rise, ever so slightly, and slot his dick between your thighs, pressed up tight against your underwear.
Your hand comes down to wrap around him, shoving his length against your core.
A strangled, animalistic sound rasps from his throat. Both of Caleb’s hands, clean and unclean, wrap around you and practically wrench you chest-to-chest to his body. Without a word, he begins to thrust against you. He feels your arms wrap around the back of his neck to steady yourself. Little do you know he’s about to take you on the ride of your life.
It’s messy. Less stimulating than it could be with just the upper area of his cock gaining stimulation. But his tip is leaking and you’ve just gasped his name, a pleasured breath of Caleb! as he takes everything you have to give, rutting away at your clothes like a rabid animal because he’ll use whatever you let him.
One of his hands leaves your shoulder blades to grip the fat of your ass. He isn’t gentle. He spreads your cheeks and feels his brain explode as the plush fat there fills his hand. Imagines how your hole must be clenching around nothing but cotton fabric while his cock thrusts against you.
When you give a whimper of his name, that’s all it takes.
Caleb grips you tight to his body. He buries his face into your neck and groans your name. He has the tip of his cock angled up into your underwear, somehow having found just where your hole is, so his cum floods the fabric till it grows into a wet, sticky white mess.
Your hole winks. Flutters around nothing but air and your underwear as it hungers for the cock that should be filling it up with the thickest cum you’ve seen.
“Thank you,” Caleb murmurs, an endless stream of praise as he cums into the seam of your underwear. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
