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 2) Word Count: 3,213
TW: oral sex, smut, m/m, more tags to be added later
Under the Moonlight - Chapter 6 - 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)
Link to next head canon at the end...
Chapter 6: Winner… Sucks? (Part 2)
The second Valko’s lips wrapped around him, Caleb shattered. A strangled cry tore from his throat… high, desperate, and completely unfiltered. The werewolf took him deep without hesitation. No teasing licks or gentle suction to ease Caleb into the new feeling… just immediate heat and wet pressure that had his body jerking like he’d been electrocuted.
Valko hummed in satisfaction and went straight for deep suction with a swirl of his tongue along the underside of Caleb's cock before sinking down and taking more than half in one go.
Caleb whimpered… an erotic noise that dissolved into a choked gasp when Valko hollowed his cheeks and pulled off his long cock until he swirled his tongue around the tip then dove back down, taking it all in one go all the way to the base.
I felt it… the full-body shudder that rolled through Caleb as he arched against me so hard he almost slid off my lap. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him in place and unable to resist, dragged my fingertips down his well-defined chest to the taut ridges of his stomach, relishing every rapid rise and fall of his frantic breaths.
He was a mess… a beautifully wrecked mess. His chest heaved, sweat already beading at his temples from the sheer intensity of Valko’s mouth working him over with brutal expertise. The werewolf didn’t just suck… he devoured like Caleb was his favorite flavor of yum. Each bob of his head was deliberate, each drag of his lips and tongue calculated to unravel Caleb completely.
And it worked.
Caleb’s fingers twisted violently in Valko’s hair… half pushing him away, half pulling him closer. He didn’t seem capable of making a coherent decision; his body caught between pushing the werewolf away one moment then yanking him back in for more the next.
Valko didn't seem to mind the conflicting signals. If anything, the desperate tugging only seemed to spur him on. His large hands pinned Caleb's hips down, making Caleb and I both moan when that perfect ass ground against my cock.
The friction was maddening. The warmth of Caleb’s body pressed back against me, the way his hips rocked with each bob of Valko's head… it sent electric shocks straight to my groin. My cock throbbed, trapped between us and aching for attention. Desperate for more, I couldn’t help but raise my hips and grind against him while biting at the skin of his neck.
The second he felt my mouth on him; he let out a high-pitched whimper that dissolved into a breathless moan. His head lolled to the side, baring more skin like an offering. I kissed along his throat before sinking my teeth in just enough to leave another mark without breaking that beautifully pale skin.
Caleb’s breath hitched, body going pliant for a moment before he pushed his hips back while I ground up against him. Valko’s mouth remained locked on his cock, relentless in its pace and pressure while I marked up his neck with biting kisses and let my hands roam.
Valko growled, a deep vibration that traveled straight through Caleb’s body into mine, and lowered one hand from Caleb's hip to slide those rough fingers down between my thighs then higher until his fingertips brushed against my balls.
His touch was firm. Testing at first… a feather-light brush over the fabric hugging my hard length before his fingers curled and gave an experimental squeeze. The low noise that escaped me must’ve pleased him because his golden eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with hunger. And then he deliberately tightened his grip.
The pressure was perfect. Just enough to make my hips jerk upward. Valko didn’t give me what I wanted immediately though; no, the bastard teased with slow rolls of his palm over the straining fabric while smirking around Caleb's cock at my reaction—a predatory twist of his lips that said oh, you like that, do you?
Before I could recover from the shockwave of pleasure rippling through me, he shifted his attention. One moment he was stroking me with slow intent; the next… his hands vanished entirely as he released both Caleb and me to kneel up and peel off his shirt in one fluid motion.
His bare torso was impressive, all lean muscle defined by years of combat training and wolf-like agility. Broad shoulders tapered down to a toned chest… an eight pack of abs carved into perfect ridges leading to a defined V-line that disappeared beneath low-slung sweatpants where an obvious bulge pressed against black fabric.
He tossed his shirt aside, the fabric landing somewhere behind him then he reached up and ran his hands through his hair before leveling that heated gaze on Caleb. The Colonel’s breath hitched, his dazed purple eyes drinking in every inch of exposed muscle like he was seeing a masterpiece for the first time.
And Valko relished it… the way Caleb stared made something primal flicker behind those golden eyes—a possessive pride that flared hotter when the other man unconsciously licked his lips. Not one to waste time… the werewolf reached down and yanked off Caleb’s sweatpants and boxers the rest of the way down his long legs in one rough motion before doing the same to himself.
The room seemed to grow warmer or maybe it was just the sheer heat radiating between us. The second Valko’s sweatpants hit the floor, revealing his thick length already fully hard and flushed at the tip, Caleb let out a tiny gasp. His gaze dropped automatically… wide-eyed and suddenly very aware of how much bigger Valko was than him.
Valko crawled back over Caleb with a grace that was beautiful in someone so big. The way he moved was hypnotic—fluid, powerful. Every muscle in his body flexed under his smooth skin.
Caleb swallowed hard, still sprawled on my lap and now completely exposed… except for the faint blush painting his cheeks. His eyes stayed locked on the thick shaft resting heavy against the werewolf’s stomach and something about that stare made Valko smirk.
Then without warning, he closed the distance and captured Caleb’s lips again in another searing kiss. This one wasn't gentle or teasing either; it was all tongue and teeth right from the start. Dominant claiming pressure that had Caleb’s arms wrapping around Valko’s shoulders as their mouths moved together in a feverish rhythm of biting kisses and shared breaths.
One of Caleb's hands slid up into Valko’s red hair while the other pressed flat against that sculpted back… fingers splaying wide like he wanted to memorize every ridge of muscle. His hips ground upward desperately, dragging their bare cocks together with just enough pressure to make both men gasp.
Valko broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his forehead resting against Caleb's as he panted through flared nostrils. The werewolf looked completely wrecked… lips swollen, pupils blown wide with lust, large cock leaking steadily at the tip.
He let out a low growl, his large hand sliding between them and wrapping around their lengths, a tight grip that made Caleb whimper. Valko stroked slowly at first… testing how they fit together before picking up speed. Every drag of his calloused palm drew broken noises from Caleb that were erotic: soft gasps, bitten-off moans and whimpers muffled by Valko’s hot mouth.
Caleb arched into it as he got closer and closer to falling over… chasing every stroke like a man starved for touch. His hips rocked instinctively to meet each motion while one hand clutched desperately at the back of Valko's neck and the other still mapped every muscle on that sculpted torso like it was sacred ground.
The movements of that tight ass against my cock drove me crazy, making my eyes roll back in my head and a low moan escape my throat before I could stop it. The sound snapped Valko’s attention to me. His golden eyes, hazy with lust, flicked toward mine and what I saw there sent a jolt straight through me… hunger. Not just for Caleb… but for me too.
For one long second, we just stared at one another, a silent conversation passing between us with one heated look. The werewolf was clearly torn… caught between his current focus on unraveling the Colonel in my lap and his growing awareness of how much I wanted him too.
He hesitated. Just for a breath. Then his hand slowed on their cocks, thumb swiping lazily over the swollen heads as he studied the way my lips parted with each shallow exhale, how my fingers had tightened in Caleb’s hair without me realizing my hands had traveled there.
The air between us crackled with tension. Valko’s gaze lingered on my mouth, his own lips parting slightly as if craving the taste of me again. His hand slowed further… gentler now, almost absentminded in its motion compared to the feverish pace from moments ago.
Caleb noticed immediately. His breath hitched—not from pleasure this time, but suddenly awareness that Valko’s focus had shifted elsewhere. He blinked up at the werewolf through heavy-lidded eyes, confused by why those skilled fingers weren’t working him toward release anymore.
Valko leaned down and kissed Caleb, but it wasn't a passionate kiss; more like an apology or reassurance wrapped in warmth rather than hunger-driven need. Then without warning… he pulled away completely.
He lifted off Caleb and grasped the Colonel around his lean waist, lifting him off me like he weighed nothing. Caleb made a soft, surprised noise as he sat on the plush carpet beside me. For a moment, the werewolf just stared at him… those golden eyes tracing every flushed inch of Caleb’s face and something unreadable flickered in Valko’s expression.
Then he reached out and traced Caleb’s lips with his fingers with a smirk. "I think we should give our ‘babysitter’ a reward for making us finally get along, don’t you?"
Caleb’s eyes widened, his cheeks burning even brighter at Valko's words. For a second, he just stared—lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling rapidly—as if trying to process what the hell was happening. Then… realization dawned. His gaze darted between me and Valko with sudden understanding and something else flickered in those purple depths too… heat, want, need.
Valko smirked at what he saw in Caleb’s eyes and in one swift motion, he turned his head and crushed his lips against mine—hungrier than last time, more desperate than before. His mouth was warm and demanding as it slanted over mine, teeth nipping at my lower lip before diving in with a possessive kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
His hands immediately found their way to my body, large palms sliding up my chest to the collar of my shirt where he gripped the material and ripped it open. Buttons scattered across the floor like tiny, discarded secrets. Cool air hit my bare chest for half a second before Valko’s warm hands were on me, his touch electric as his fingers trailed down the exposed skin of my sternum the lower, tracing each rib with deliberate slowness.
Then he was kissing me harder. His mouth moving over mine with ravenous hunger, tongue sweeping into my mouth in a deep kiss that left no room for hesitation or gentleness. The contrast between how gently he'd handled Caleb versus this rough dominance sent shivers down my spine. This wasn't sweet or teasing… this was claiming.
And I loved it.
I gasped when his teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged sharply and then his lips were everywhere: along the line of my jaw, down the column of my throat where he sucked hard enough to leave a mark then lower still until they hovered right above my cock…
Valko’s breath was hot against the fabric covering my aching length as he hovered there for a torturous second, golden eyes burning into mine with dark promise. Then, without warning, his large hands unbuttoned and unzipped my pants then they hooked into the waistband and yanked them down in one rough motion. My cock sprang free… fully hard, flushed at the head with precum already glistening at the slit and slapped against my lower belly.
Valko’s nostrils flared, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he stared at my cock like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Then he leaned forward and dragged the flat of his tongue up my entire length in one slow, filthy stroke from base to tip.
I gasped sharply, my hips jerking up instinctively, but Valko didn't let me move far. One large hand clamped down on my thigh to keep me pinned while his mouth closed around the swollen tip. His tongue swirled around in slow circles before pressing down hard on the sensitive slit, lapping up every drop of precum there with deliberate relish.
His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, unblinking and intense… as if memorizing every twitch and gasp he pulled from me. Then he sank lower inch by inch with slow, devastating precision that made every nerve in my body light up. The heat was unbearable, the wet pressure of his lips and tongue working together to drag me deeper into his mouth with each passing second.
He didn’t stop until I hit the back of his throat and then he hummed. The vibration sent electric shocks through me. A ragged moan tore from me as my hands flew to fist in his hair… not to push him away but for something to hold onto while pleasure short-circuited all rational thought.
His throat worked around me and the second he swallowed; my body tensed like a live wire about to snap. Then came that hum again, the vibration of his voice around my cock, and I was gone. A choked cry escaped me as my back arched and my hips went wild, thrusting against him erratically as I tried to keep from coming.
He didn’t pull away or stop though. He stayed on me with my cock all the way down his throat for ten seconds before slowly sliding back up with torturous precision. His lips dragged along every ridge and vein with maddening slowness while that wicked tongue lapped at sensitive spots only someone who knew exactly what they were doing would find.
When he finally released me with a soft pop he smirked, that same dangerous curve of lips we’d seen all night, right before he dove right back down without mercy. Faster strokes alternating between shallow sucks and deep swallows that made moans pour from my throat.
Caleb watched us closely; eyes wide, pupils blown with arousal as he slowly stroked his cock. He bit his lip hard enough to leave marks while his other hand slid up my thigh closer to where Valko’s mouth was wrapped around me and slowly slid through the moisture pooling around the base of my cock.
The movement only fueled Valko’s hunger. His eyes flicked to Caleb for a second and something primal flashed in his gaze. He increased the pace, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard. One hand came up to cup my balls, rolling them between his fingers.
The combination was overwhelming. My breathing grew ragged; every muscle coiled tight as pleasure crackled through me. My fingers twisted tighter in Valko’s hair as my head fell back against the couch cushion, a long groan leaving my lips.
I was losing it. Fast.
Valko sensed my impending climax like a predator tracking wounded prey. His lips sealed tighter around me, sucking harder… each pull sending jolts of white-hot pleasure up my spine. The hand cupping my balls squeezed gently before sliding lower to press against the sensitive skin just beneath, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation that made me whimper.
Caleb’s breath hitched and he scooted closer on his knees until he was pressed against my side. He watched with rapt attention, his neglected cock leaking steadily against his stomach, but he didn’t touch himself again… too entranced by what was happening.
Valko abruptly pulled away, lips leaving my cock with a soft, wet sound. A string of saliva connected his mouth to the tip for half a second before snapping. My hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the heat of his mouth but he was already shifting, crawling over me—muscles flexing under all that smooth skin—and pinned me against the couch with his larger frame.
His eyes burned into mine as they raked over my face then lower… taking in how wrecked I looked: flushed skin, swollen lips, chest rising and falling fast, my neglected cock standing stiff and throbbing against my stomach.
Without breaking eye contact he kissed me again. Harder this time. More demanding than before… like he needed it desperately now more than anything else. I kissed him back just as fiercely while my hands roamed everywhere they could reach… his broad shoulders first then down those sculpted arms to his defined chest then lower to his abs.
Valko let out a low, possessive growl as my hands explored every hard plane of his body. His skin was warm—scorching hot even—and slightly rough with scars. He didn’t stop me at first; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it but then he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head against the couch cushions.
He climbed fully into my lap, tongue sliding against mine in slow, filthy strokes that made heat pool low in my stomach all over again. The weight of his muscular body was overwhelming. The heat radiating off him seeping into me where we touched chest-to-chest while those broad shoulders blocked out everything around us.
His cock pressed hot and heavy against mine, the friction sending sparks through my entire body. Every slight shift of his hips—just a tiny grind here, an accidental brush there—made me gasp into his mouth. The werewolf wasn't rushing this kiss though; no, he was taking his time savoring it while I squirmed beneath him desperate for more contact.
One hand left my wrists, sliding down over the frantic hammering of my heart then lower across my sweat-slicked abs until those long, calloused fingertips could wrap around both our lengths at once. I gasped—loud and broken. The friction was insane: the heat of him against me, the slickness from our precum making every slide smoother. His grip wasn’t tight; this was slower, more deliberate… teasing in a way that made my hips twitch with the need to move.
He smirked against my lips, clearly enjoying the way my body reacted to him. His thumb swiped over our cockheads, smearing precum before slowly stroking us side by side in a rhythm that was maddening. Every drag of his calloused palm sent sparks up my spine. The heat of him pressed flush against me combined with Caleb pressed against my side and the slick friction below made everything feel amplified… every nerve ending alight.
Then he broke the kiss and leaned back. "As the winner… I think I want more." He paused and looked over at Caleb, gaze heated and needy. "From both of you."
Chapter 7: Winner... Sucks? (Part 3)
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