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The TV illuminates the living room, blue lights flickering onto the walls and painting the shadows of you and Caleb onto them. It's humid in here even though it's already well past 1 am and the world outside has cooled down with birds chirping their last songs. He's hovering over you, his eyes trembling with panic, hands bunched into knuckles.
It was just a play fight, tickling, hitting each other with pillows, but now that you're both out of breath, your skin hot, the tension feels thick enough to suffocate on. You watch his chest move from the need for oxygen while he reaches down to brush a strand of hair away from your forehead. His breath is hot on your skin, fanning over it and causing you to swallow hard.
God, how many times have you imagined this? Him finally initiating somethingand not hiding behind the thin veil of your 'relationship'. Your eyes drag down his face until they land on his lips. His breath hitches in his lungs, maybe shocked, maybe surprised. Your brows furrow in worry. Is it too much? Will he condemn you? Will he hate you?
Worry taints your eyes and you squirm under him, making the couch squeak. But then he does the same. His eyes trail to your lips and he licks his own. "Meimei," he whispers softly and leans down, your foreheads brushing against another. Your eyes widen a little,then you hold your breath. "If you continue looking at me like this, I...," he trails off, shaking his head. He's conflicted, brows furrowed, eyes dark with the kind of need that is overdue.
He wants you, desperately so, but he's still hanging onto the small threadsof being your big, reliable brother. You reach up, hand curling around to the back of his neck. "I know," you whisper and gently guide him down until you feel his breath against your lips. His muscles tremble from holding himself up, a last attempt at trying to do the right thingbut when he sees the look in your eyes—adoration, love, want—he gives in.
He curses under his breath and then finally closes the distance. You taste sweet like honey and the popcorn you've been eating earlier while the flavor on your tongue from his lips is sharper. He groans into the kiss, deepening it to let his tongue explore your mouth, battling with yours, grazing against the edges of your teeth. He swallows the saliva that gets into his mouth. It's intoxicating, finally having you where he wants you. He pulls away to look at you.
Your pupils are blown out like black holes looking right back at him. His hand trails down to your shirt, slipping just under the hem of it where he places his hand on your waist. Your skin is so soft and warm under his calloused skin and he lets out a heavy sigh."Are you okay with this?" you ask and then mirror him, letting your hands slide under his shirt and up his back.
You feel his muscles tense up at the first contact before they melt. He nods, then kisses you again, softer this time. Your hands travel over the planes of his back,feeling his muscles twitch under the pads of your fingers and the ridges of his spine. His own hand travels up until his fingertips find the swell of your breast.
The sound of his breath hitching is loud and he pulls back to look on your eyes, checking that this is fine.His own hand travels up until his fingertips find the swell of your breast. the sound of his breath hitching is loud and he pulls back to look on your eyes, checking that this is fine. It's gentle and slow, the way he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, then lets his lips travel over your jaw, your neck, feather light pecks designed to make you shiver and relax at the same time.
You whisper his name and feel the hairs on his neck stand up. His dark eyes find yours, drowning in need, giving you a soft, questioning look. "Is this okay?" he asks, leaning back down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You whine out, your nails digging into his skin. He takes that as a yes and continues,the rough surface of his tongue brushing over your sensitive skin.
The heat between your legs heightens and your body screams for more, more, more. "Gege," your cheeks are red from arousal, lips swollen and glistening. "Can you...?" He looks at you, understands and takes a breathbefore he painstakingly slowly guides his hand down, under your waistband. You feel his fingers tremble while he continues lavishly licking and sucking your breast. he's nervous too and the thought makes you calm down.
He feels the humid warmth between your legs,fingers pushing gently into the fabric of your panties which soaks them through instantly. His brows furrow, concentrating on finding the bundle of nerves and when he finally does, your hips buck and a moan rips from your throat. Caleb's cock strains against his pants,desperate to be freed. He knows if you continue this, he'll not even make it past your entrance. He curses quietly under his breath, teeth scraping over your skin, while he circles your clit, feeling your thighs press against his sides with every move. Your walls clench around nothing, trying to squeeze something that's not there, making you whimper. So you try gaining more friction by squirming against his palm, but it's not enough.
Slowly, he slides between your legs, noticing how urgent it seems to be and takes in his view. His thumbs find the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down your legs. The warm skin of your legs brushing against his knuckles makes his own erection twitch in his pants. When he sees the fabric of your panties, he stops breathing for a moment. You're drenched. You can see a muscle tick in his jaw, feel the grip he has on your thighs tightening, digging into you like he needs you like an anchor to not lose control, like you're the only thing he can hold onto.
Your cheeks are burning, a bit ashamed at how much you want your gege,but then he lifts the edge of your panties, raising an eyebrow at you. "May i? Please?" His voice is raspy, husky now, barely recognizable. You nod eagerly and hold your breath as he slowly takes off your panties, his eyes on his hands to not lose it yet. Once they're gone, Caleb's gaze moves slowly up your bare legs, until his eyes land on your core, now exposed to him. His eyes widen and he leans down, pulling your hips to his face. "What are you-" you yelp but then he spreads your folds with his thumbs, watching the way you're pink and swollen.
He lets out a shaky breath that makes you flinch when it hits your clit, then starts licking from your entrance up to the bundle of nerves. You cry out in pleasure, hands seeking purchase on the couch, while he starts lavishly lapping at your cunt, drawing more moans out of you. His eyes are locked on your face, watching how it twists in pleasure, your eyes turning glassy from the stimulation. He stops for a moment, then dives back in to suck your clit into his mouth. Under his fingers, your muscles are trembling and twitching,but he won't stop just yet. He wants to break you before giving you more. Your slick is now covering his chin, even though he desperately tries to consume everything. Between attacking your clit and licking your folds, he places soft, wet kisses along your inner thighs,to give you a moment to breathe.
How thoughtful of your gege, pushing you to the edge only to save you the last second to leave your patience ready to snap any moment. It's only when he spreads your folds again, admiring how wet you are, and sees the thin barrier of your hymen,that he stops for a moment.
You saved yourself. For him. The realization hits him like a freight train, boosting his ego tenfold and making his heart beat faster. He doesn't comment on it, you're way too far gone to be able to form coherent thoughts anyway. His thumb slides down,pushing into your entrance and feeling the resistance.
It's an empowering thing, deflowering your meimei, being the one who takes all your first times. It's selfish, sure, but you belong to him, why would he risk you wasting your virginity on some other guy? It has to be him.
You squirm, feeling the pressure against your entrance. "Gege, please...," you plead and the way you breathe his name like it's the only thing you know makes the last bit of patience snap for him. He kneels, pulls away his shirt, then unties his sweatpants. The clothes land on the floor with a soft thud, leaving him only in his boxers. A damp spot has already formed on the dark fabric, a clear sign that he's very ready to finally claim you completely. he pushes his boxers down, not giving you the chance to do it and drag this out,then positions himself between your legs again. His skin is hot on yours and when you look down, you see his cock hard and leaking pre cum.
It's big, you knew that from the time you accidentally saw him in the shower, but having it press against your thigh,the size difference becomes even greater. Your eyes flicker to his and the two of you communicate without speaking. He strokes his cock once, twice, spreading the pre cum over himself, then positions the tip of his dick on your entrance. He holds it there, pushing just a bit,just enough to stretch you a little. A whimper leaves you. Even though you're doing this with him, you're scared.
What if it hurts? What if it's awful? He senses your unease and leans down, framing your face. "Look at me," he commands softly, brushing his thumbs over your skin. You do, even if you're frowning a little. "It's okay. It will probably hurt for a moment, but we'll take it slow, okay?" he tells you and you nod weakly before he leans down to kiss your nose. "I'll continue now, okay?" he breathes against your lips and after you tell him yes,he captures your lips in a deep, distracting kiss while slowly pushing past the barrier.
When it snaps, your whole body spasms, hands flying to his back, and you let out a small cry of pain into his mouth that gets quickly swallowed by the kiss. He brushes away a tearthat's forming on the corner of your eye and then pulls back. "It's okay, yeah? it won't hurt anymore," he assures you with a smile. When he looks down, the image nearly makes him finish right then and there. being buried, even barely halfway, into you, your fluids coating him,so close to being completely inside of you, so close to becoming one.
He leans down, propping his elbows up next to your head to continue kissing you, peppering softer pecks over your face, jaw and neck, as he starts sliding further inside of you. Whenever you think he's bottomed out, there's another inch of him. But eventually, his pelvis hits yours.
He's flush against you now and you can feel his heart hammering against yours, see yourself in the expanse of his pupils. Your breathing is shallow, probably becauseit feels like he's literally touching your lungs with the tip of his cock, stretching you so much it borders on being uncomfortable. He feels you squeezing him, your walls adjusting to the sheer girth of his dick.
He leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed in attemptto calm down. To not thrust into you and finish this quickly. You're his everything and he wants to take his sweet time with you, wants to enjoy that the two of you are finally what you were destined to be. When he feels you relax, he carefully slides out of you,feels how the tight ring of muscles of your entrance hugs him, turns white from the stretch. You whine softly against his lips, out of breath already. Your heart is racing fast enough to make it visible to him beneath the skin of your throat.
He shushes you gently,slides an arm under you to hold you closer before he slowly starts moving more. It's deep and intense, the edge of his tip catching on your entrance every now and then, the way he brushes against the soft ridge of your g-spot. Your legs wrap around his waist.
You need him closer. He groans against your skin, burying his face in the curve of your neck, pressing kisses over your fluttering pulse, gently nibbling at you, tasting you. The movements become faster, still precise, still careful not to hurt you.
But as your whines turn into moans,he knows you'll be able to take it. He sits up a bit, looks down at you—flushed face, heaving chest, hair sticking to your skin—and grips your hips. His fingers sink into your flesh, holding you firmly in place before he starts fucking into you faster, harder. The fabric of the couch bunches up in your hands because of the intense stimulation. Your eyes lock on his, half lidded and dark with something you've never seen before. He continues, teeth gritting at the sight of him hitting you deep inside as your belly bulges.
God, you're so small. He could break you. The thought makes something primal roar inside of him. He grips you harder, leaves marks that will be visible tomorrow, then leans down and bites into your skin. You are trembling around him, your walls squeezing, clamping down on him,as you approach your peak. You moan his name, desperate, panicked even because of the knot forming in your core, threatening to unravel.
“You don't have to hold back," he rasps and reaches between your sweaty bodies, finding your clit with his thumb and starts circling it. That pushes you over the edge. Your legs lock around him, pulling him in until his pelvis hits yours. He finishes right after you, a hot sensation in your core. panting, still reeling, you look at each other, lopsided smiles forming on your lips.
“You're mine, finally."