#caleb posting

[hawnks]

The first time you have sex with Caleb you're handling things based on your previous experience. You've always been the considerate one, the one who makes sure the position is good, that no one gets a cramp, that your partner gets off.

But by the third time you're asking Caleb if it's "good" for him, if he's enjoying it, he's realized you're not just asking because his answer turns you on.

In two seconds flat he has you on your back, arms pinned above your head, hips tucked under his. You can't move at all, not even squirm (is he using his Evol on you?).

Forehead pressed to yours, ominous glint to his eyes, he says, "If you still have the mental capacity to be worried about me, then I'm not doing my job right."

[cvlebs]

POV: Caleb’s instagram profile before his “death” and after

[adventures-in-atlantis]

[pinecavity]

The things I would do to see the stubble of Caleb’s happy trail with his veins. Yes I am asking for more.

[honeyrabbit]

...thinking abt caleb's ceramic cats in the xhorhouse... collecting dust...

[hawnks]

I've said it before but I don't really think Caleb grew up on porn so much as discovering his sexuality specifically through you. The things he finds unbearably erotic are all genuine and earnest. The shape of your thighs and the way you smell after a workout, the way your armpit curves into your breast, the prick of stubble a few days after you've shaved.

[hawnks]

Alternatively, Caleb getting all hot under the collar when you call him a pervert. He's pawing at you, panting in your ear.

"Yeah, and you're gonna let this dirty pervert fuck you, aren't you?"

[hawnks]

Alpha Caleb waiting for your first heat with leg-bouncing anticipation. In the dark, in the room next to yours, counting down the seconds until it hits. He could feel it coming, could smell the subtle change in your scent, the warmth radiating from you in gentle waves.

You're a late bloomer, had hoped that maybe you'd never have to go through the rough process at all. You've heard horror stories from fellow omegas; the first one was always the hardest, overwhelming and confusing, so isolating and lonely. You confessed your fears to Caleb, drunk one night at his flight school apartment. What if you get lost, alone in the throes of your heat? What if you never come back to yourself?

But you won't be alone: Caleb is here. He's ready. He's got the steady hands to guide you through this. To keep you safe and satisfied.

And gods -- he wants to so bad.