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It’s been a week since the cave incident, but his words still play in your mind. As you both navigate your relationship – as lovers now –, it gets easier to reign in Caleb’s restricting tendencies, maybe the fact you’re together now calms a part of his brain enough that it barely comes up. As far as you know, that is.
Still, a part of you sometimes entertains his ideas a little too much, especially on days where Caleb comes back with scratches and hidden injuries, half-truths only enough to placate your growing worries. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea ever to be trapped forever in a place where nobody could reach either of you.
You try to stop your own thoughts, heels of your hands digging almost painfully over your eyes in a futile attempt to shut that annoying voice in your head. It sometimes sounds like Caleb, sometimes like your own, but the temptation is still the same.
No one will disturb us here.
A sigh escapes your lips as you try getting comfortable under the blankets, but the task seems impossible the more times goes on. There’s a feeling thrumming just under your skin, the kind that makes your breath pick up and your eyes search for shapeless figures in the dark, restlessness making your toes curl and uncurl.
Your heart rate picks up as you swing your feet to the side of your bed, not bothering to look for sandals as you slowly make your way outside the room. The moon is bright enough to shine rays of light inside Caleb’s house, something you’re grateful for as you make the short trip to his bedroom as quietly as possible, the only sound you can pick up apart from your own heartbeat is the gentle rustle of clothes moving.
Caleb never locked his door again after that day he got sick, more often than not leaving it only half open rather than closed like it is today. You don’t question it, don’t knock on his door – you never did anyway. Instead your hand finds the door handle, opening his door with a quiet squeak before popping your head inside.
His room is covered in darkness, curtains shut if not for a little sliver of light peaking through, night light turned off – it was hard to make anything out. It took you a while to get used to it, especially as you closed the door behind you with a soft click, but soon enough you could make out his silhouette laying in the middle of his bed. His breath was steady and he looked deep in his sleep, body sometimes flinching before calming down again. Caleb was an active sleeper, hands traveling over his shirtless torso before closing over the dog tag you gave him, or simply resting over his stomach before starting all over again.
You stay there for more time than you can count, taking him in as you sometimes did when you were both younger. Admittedly it wasn't anything new, coming to his room, getting in bed with him, cuddling, seeking his comfort when sleep didn’t come easy for you.
But today wasn’t like that. You miss him, his presence, his voice, his body against yours even if it had been only a few hours since you saw each other. You want him to stay by your side at all times, to be safe, happy, somewhere no one could reach him ever again, you want to get back to that cave and follow through with his words, you want, you need –
“Baby? … Are you okay?” Caleb’s voice breaks you from your thoughts, rough with sleep. You barely saw the moment he used his forearm to support himself, one hand seemingly rubbing his eye, “Did you have nightmares? You’re outta breath.”
You didn’t even realize. You take a few steps to get closer to his bed, the hand previously on his face promptly grabs your waist to pull, his thumb massaging thin skin right above your hipbones.
“I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep,” you whisper back to him, not a lie, not the whole truth either. You gently rest a knee by his side, right hand tracing his arm until you can use his shoulder as support.
He doesn’t say anything back for a while. Instead, he adjusts himself into a sitting position so he can manhandle you to sit on his lap, one warm palm goes up your spine as the colder one locks you in place with his firm grip.
“Are you sure? I can make some tea for you.”
"Yeah, no need to get up."
"Hm? You denying me doing somethin' for you? Now I'm even more worried."
Sweet, doting Caleb. You smile at him, unsure if he can even see you in the darkness of his room. Your hands caress his skin, looking for solace in the curves of his broad shoulders, the tension always present in his muscles, and the tender skin where his bionic arm meets flesh.
His breath hitches every time you touch a sensitive place with your finger tips, and you find yourself leaning over him, resting your weight on his arms just so you can have more access to that expanse of skin. He is so warm under you, so alive. You count his shaky breaths, doing your best to match your rhythm to his.
"What are you doing?" he questions, breathless, when you don't answer him. His hands don't stop you even as you nuzzle your cheek against his, a quiet indulgence. Rather, you feel more than see when Caleb's left hand extends to the edge of the bed, probably searching for the table lamp.
"No, don't." You're quick to bring his hand back, fingers sliding on the back of his hand as you bring it to rest atop your thighs, just below where your pajama shorts end. Your lips brush his skin. Peppered kisses as light as a butterflies touch from his sideburns all the way to the corner of his mouth where you finally whisper, small and secretive, "I miss you…"
Caleb's body goes tense under you, mouth half open and panting right against yours. Even with your new found relationship, it’s rare for you to actively seek intimate touches from him. It's not that you don't want to, no, it's just… too much of a new development.
Though, when Caleb's hand cradles your nape to pull you closer, you can't help the shiver that runs down your whole body and threatens to consume everything in its wake, a shudder that breaks the silence between you. His lips are dry against yours, and there is no hesitancy in the way he fits your bottom lip between his to suck and bite.
The room disappears as the silence around you grows into something heavier, warmer, the ever present tension around you finally shattering. You exhale against his mouth, shaky, and he drinks it as it's the only thing keeping him alive. Heat floods between your thighs, your body rocking against his instinctively, helplessly.
You close your hand around the dog tag still resting on his chest, pulling him closer by it and are rewarded with a filthy and drawn out moan. Your chest presses fully against his now. It's almost painful, the way his hard muscles crush your tender breasts on every rapid expansion of his lungs.
But it's not enough, there's still too much separating you, too much useless space. Every brush of lips feels deliberate, unhurried, a direct contrast of how your desire burns bright for him. You tilt your head then, your fingers closing painfully around his hair as you crash your mouths harder against each other, no rhythm to be found in your own actions.
Your desperation doesn't escape his notice though, as soon Caleb responds to you in kind — his tongue slipping past your parted lips to find yours in a slow, wet sweep that leaves you breathless and wanting. His right hand reaches for the curve of your ass, cupping the swell of it to drag you flush to him until the hard line of his cock presses through the thin barrier of fabric.
"Caleb," the moan that leaves your mouth forces you to break the kiss, nevertheless he keeps his mouth busy on your skin, lips traveling down your jaw to your neck between kisses and nibbles. You cant your hips against his, slow and hard, searching for some kind of friction that could soothe the ache between your legs.
In the dark, there’s no expectations, no weight of hesitancy pressing down —only Caleb, warm and real, body pressed against yours as if trying to merge with you.
"You used to be more upfront with your demands, pretty girl," he taunts, a raspiness in his voice that has your legs trying to close around his hips. It does not get past him, and a mocking laugh escapes his warm lips, every word brushed on your skin like a brand, "Suddenly you don't know how to ask anymore? Resorting to attacking me in my sleep, how naughty. That's not how I raised you."
Your nails scratch up his back with his words as your hips begin grinding in circles above him. Caleb's cock is thick, you can feel as much as you can remember from the first and last time you had it inside you, filling every corner of your cunt until you couldn't even breathe anymore. You crave to feel that fullness again, been craving it and fantasizing about it for weeks now, unable to vocalize it.
"Caleb, take me shopping. Ge, cook my favorite today?" His mimicry of your childish tone makes tears of humiliation burn your eyes, but your hips don't stop. If anything you open your legs wider, fit the mushroom head right under your clit. His moans don't stop him, though, "But still, you can't ask for a kiss?"
"Shut up." You urge him, mouth trying to find the taste of him once more only for him to dodge the touch, a low laugh humming against your chest.
Caleb's hand, the one still cupping your ass, slides lower until his fingertips massage your entrance over the clothes you still wear, the pressure enough to make your insides pulsate around nothing and slick drip down. You squirm above him, whining softly when his hold on your skin prevents you from seeking more of that maddening friction.
"I see, I see. You're too shy," Caleb's tone is so sweet and calm, drawn out even, but the way he manipulates your body is firm and certain, "I should make you work for it, teach you to ask for it nicely next time, but that’s not what you need now. Oh no, no, you need me to give it to you, isn't that right?"
It's a sweet temptation, one you're too glad to fall for.
You wish you could see him, but even after getting used to the darkness the most you can figure out is his silhouette moving, the shapes of him molding to your body like yours do his.
His mouth descends from your neck all the way to your covered nipples, the rise and fall of your chest making his touch too superficial, barely there, and you actively arch your back to fit the hard bud between his lips. The vibrations of his pleased hum barely register in your mind, too muffled by your top. Caleb does reward you for your efforts, his fingers massaging your entrance pulling both clothes aside to finally fuck inside in a slow and dragged out motion.
"Caleb, please…" your voice sounds whiny even for your own ears, but it's hard to control your voice when his long fingers finally settle deep inside when the ache bothers you most, "Please don't tease."
Caleb's laugh fills the space between you, sucking your aureola harsh enough for a whimper to make its way from your throat, "Oh baby, I'm not teasing you. You're just too tight, and you know I need to make sure your body accepts me," every word is punctuated with a thrust, thick finger spreading apart to make space even when your muscles contract around him in resistance.
You love how nice Caleb's voice sounds when it's lower, his usual casual and uplifting tone getting that purring undertone to it that has you whimpering and aching in response.
"Relax. Now be a good girl and take your shirt off for me."
You obey him, movements as fast as you can make them, and his mouth latches itself on your nipple as soon as the dry thud of fabric hitting hard floor hits your ear. The touch of his lips on your skin is dry, but his mouth is wet and warm where it laps and nibbles on your nipples, the hand still holding you by the nape pulling at your hair to force you into an arch that borders on uncomfortable.
It doesn't matter, though, as long as he doesn't stop.
Your hands fly to his hair as your hips grind harder on his fingers and cock. You can feel it thickening, pulsating under you like it too can't help but want to be close to you.
There's nothing on your mind except for him, his hot breath hitting your sweaty skin just to make you tremble and pulsate around his fingers —three now, you're not sure when it happened but somehow it's not enough. His hair is soft under your touch, his mouth wet and relentless as it bites the whole of your aureola before fitting your other nipple between his lips.
The darkness around you just heightens the weight of his touch on your body and the sounds coming from bellow, filthy squelches every time he fuck his finger faster, harder. His own moans mingle with yours, too loud for the quietness of his room.
It doesn't take long for your rhythm to stagger, aborted little thrusts against him as your insides pulse and suck at his digits as if trying to keep him, tension winding tight in every muscle as your orgasm builds. You're so close, you can feel it.
"Caleb—" but as soon as your mouth opens to warn him, Caleb's fingers curl inside you to attack your sweet spots head on as if he already knew what you need.
"I know, I know. I will give it to you."
You almost scream with pleasure and all it takes is his hips finally thrusting back against yours to create direct friction on your clit for you to come. His rhythm is slow but hard, contrasting with the fast pace of his fingers inside of you.
The pressure snaps, white heat flooding every nerve. Your hips buckle desperately against his, hands frantically pulling and scratching his hair and skin.
"That's it, give it to me. Fuck you're getting so tight," Caleb pants under your chin, working you through the waves of your orgasm as sweet nothings falls from his lips, "See? Just what you needed, you're so sweet like that. You're gettin' me all wet."
His mouth finds spots on your skin to suck and bite, the pleasant burn it leaves adding to your pleasure. Your body trembles with it but even as you collapse into the aftershocks, the hunger doesn’t fade.
Instead, it sharpens, a new desperation growing inside his wet fingers leaves the warmth of your body.
"Good job, princess," his condescending tone doesn't faze you this time, instead you waste no time to find his mouth again. The whimper he lets out as soon as your mouth touches empowers you to be greedier, tongue invading his mouth as soon as the opportunity arises.
Your hands follow your desperation, fingertips pulling short hair while your right hand works his short and boxer down enough for his hard cock to spring free. A shudder and heavy gasp breaks your kiss after you fist his length — he's so wet in your palm, foreskin sliding with every upstroke and forcing a new sound out of Caleb, ones that you eat between kisses.
"Are you this needy?"
Yes.
But you don't answer him, not verbally at least. You guide his hand to your short, tugging at the fabric with both your fingertips. Caleb is quick to understand, and soon the last of your clothes find your shirt somewhere on the floor. His right hand massages the skin above your knee, going up your sides to close around your waist.
Distantly you hear his fingers tapping the side table, as if searching for something blindly when you refuse to give him space, to stop your lips from searching his or any part of his face close enough to kiss.
"Focus on me," you urge with a nibble to his bottom lip, pulling it until it snaps back. Your fist tightens around him, stopping just below the sensitive crown so your thumb could massage his slit, slow and deliberate, "Don't you dare stop right now."
"Wow. So feisty," the amusement in his tone is not lost on you, even broken down by the filthy moan he gave, or the hard squeeze on your skin, "I won't. Just need to grab a condom."
His words make you pause, wide eyes staring at the subtle shine of his own where the minimal light hits. He's staring right back at you, but you can't make out what kind of expression he is making.
The thought of not feeling him fully right now makes you frown.
"We don't need it."
"Don't be silly now. Be good and let me get one."
He tries to detangle himself from you, but you bite his shoulder as hard as you can. Caleb hisses, forgoing his research in order to close his fingers on your nape, "Are you trying to eat me or something?"
"We don't need it," you repeat, lapping at the skin you just bit softly. You peek his cheek a few times, mouth resting near his ear as your arm closes tighter around him, "We didn't use any last time, please, Caleb."
Your palm twists just so in your next downstroke, angling his cock to fit under your clit and between your lips. You try to move your hips, but his hold on your waist turns punishing, so you can only rely on small twitches to tease his sensitive head. Caleb's breath hitches and his exhales are shaky, but you know you'll need a little more to convince him.
"We can't do that every time, though. What if something happens?"
He won't tell it, maybe the idea hunts him, but for you the mere thought of Caleb somehow impregnating you makes you shudder and a moan to break out of your lips. Caleb's whole body tenses under you.
You know it's currently impossible, but what if it happened? His seed deep inside, taking root inside you to start your own family, that indestructible bond that might make him calm down, might keep him with you forever like you wish so desperately.
"Please…"
"Baby, we can't—"
"Ge, please, please , give it to me."
Your lips find his again, both hands now finding purchase on his shoulder, and you do your best to align your cunt to his leaking tip. You're so turned on, so hungry for him that your insides pulse with only a brush.
"Ge, gege please? Just give it to me, can't you just fuck me?" there's a wetness on your voice and face you didn't notice until that point, tears trailing down your eyes to fall on his cheeks, "Would it be so bad if you gave me a baby?"
You're not sure what did it, but the next thing you know is the absolute fullness from his cock thrusting so deep inside it takes your breath away.
Caleb's pace is punishing from the get go, grunts and moans mixing with your own pleas and cries as his cock hits sensitive spots at every stroke. His right hand traps both yours behind your back, his firm grasp on it serving as a makeshift support as his left palm descends on your aching breasts in a sharp slap. He cups it right after, squeezing and fondling with a tone so sweet it gives you whiplash.
"Asking to be bred while calling me gege…" he coos at you, closing his teeth on your chin hard. Caleb kisses the ache, warm tongue tracing the trail your tears left on your cheek, "Even crying for it. Aren't you a sweet little meimei."
There's poison on his voice, a disbelief that borders on anger. But there's also hunger, one you can feel pounding into you relentlessly, filling you up until the ache turns to pure burn.It's delicious, the stretch of him, how your walls close around him to force him to stay just to be spread apart again and again, even when you feel like your body can't accommodate all of him.
He makes you, though, manipulates your body up and down on his own whim. You can't do much more than cry at this point, call for him, search for his mouth to kiss, suck and bite — when he lets you, that is.
"If I had known how much you wanted it, I'd have had my way with you in that cave," Caleb whispers against your lips, low and breathless, "You'd have loved that, yeah? I bet you were so ready for me, should've seen it coming. Instead I left my baby wanting, is that why you came to me today? To be fucked senseless and bred?"
You can't answer him, not when your mouth is busy being attacked by his tongue and all muscles on your body respond solely to the way is cock pounds your pussy.
Still, you do your best to nod, a hiccup breaking the kiss for a second before you're the one searching for him again. His hands on your body are restrictive, you have just enough wiggle room to grind your hips against his in small circles, just enough to take him deeper, to hit that one place that makes you see stars every time.
"Caleb fill me up. Stay with me, just stay, I need you, gege, gege, gege—" the desperation you felt boiling all night finally spills over, the words slurred and messy as your own feelings, but he simply shushes you.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Caleb lays you on his bed, body fully covering yours. It's almost suffocating, his weight on top of you cages you as his mouth finds yours again. He rests his forehead on yours, and even though you can't quite see, you know his eyes are piercing yours with an intensity uniquely his. You don't mind it, if anything you close your thighs around his waist to pull him closer.
His rhythm never falters, guiding the both of you to a much deserved orgasm. He reaches for your clit, massaging the bud in slow and measured circles that tightens the knot building in your lower abdomen again, the build up slower this time, but much more intense.
It only takes a few more thrusts for you to fall into that white flash burn of your desire, eyes rolling back as you quiver and whimper under him. You fist his hair, storing your drawn out moans and cries between his parted lips.
He drinks your every sound gladly, only stopping his hips with a grunt of his own and a bite on your bottom lip. You can feel his cock pulse deep inside, and warmth floods you.
Caleb's reprise is short lived, for as soon as the ropes filling you up subside he's hips are already pounding into your abused core once again.
The room suddenly lights up when the curtains fly open, no doubt with Caleb's EVOL. You look at each other's sweaty form, bodies pressed so close there's no space in between.
"No more hidin', pretty girl."