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before captain jenna found out that you and xavier had started being in a romantic relationship, the two of you would always get scheduled for the same work shifts.

today’s shift was the first time in a long time you didn’t see xavier at work.

jenna had made the executive decision to prevent any run-ins that would result in unprofessional activity, but you couldn’t blame her for running a tight ship. you’ve known xavier for a while—since you joined the hunters association—but having him as a boyfriend was different.

whenever you both got assigned the same tasks, xavier would be the one to take initiative, drive the car, keep track of wanderers' locations, etc.

but outside of work, when the two of you were alone, he took on a more...submissive position.

you would have never pegged xavier to be a bottom (no pun intended). in your opinion, or at least when you two were still just coworkers, he always had a dominant air to him, especially when he orchestrated a hunt so a wanderer could swiftly and efficiently be eliminated.

and you also never expected that you would have—or genuinely enjoy, nonetheless—taking on a dominant role in the bedroom.

the first time you and xavier had sex was just a few days ago, right after you both shared your preferences in terms of dynamic and physical roles.

and next thing you knew that night, your left pointer, middle, and ring finger were rubbing against a certain spot inside xavier until he turned into a shivering, moaning mess. just for you.

that experience definitely made you learn a lot more about yourself and what you liked to do in bed, but in addition to that, it made you and xavier's bond grow stronger.

which made today—the first day you weren't scheduled to work at the same time—quite difficult.

at half past four, the time you usually took one more bathroom break before the last half hour of being on the clock, your phone buzzed and stole your attention.

a text from a certain silver-haired boy had popped up on your screen, and one quick scan was enough to startle you.

-i need you to come home.-

for a moment you stared silently at your phone, thoughts racing through your mind. this could mean anything. was xavier in danger? did he accidentally get hurt? is he having trouble finding an item?

you tilt your head in thought. surely xavier would have the common sense to call 911 if he was in a life or death situation, not just send you a text message. but then again, what if he was in a dangerous situation where he needed to use his phone discreetly?

frantically, you type out a response and send it.

-is there an intruder in your apartment? if yes, are they armed?-

after a few seconds of waiting for xavier to reply, and not even seeing the three animated dots that would indicate that he was typing, you knew you had to go.

at once, you grabbed your belongings from your desk then stopped by jenna's office, telling her you have to leave work early due to a family emergency—a partial lie, but you weren't about to tell jenna you were leaving work because of a boyfriend. that might sound a bit childish.

while hurrying to your motorcycle, you glanced at your phone in the hopes that xavier had replied, but you only saw a blank lockscreen every time.

once you finally arrived at your and xavier's apartment complex and took the elevator to his floor, you mentally prepared to fight.

at this point, what could possibly be preventing xavier from texting you back?

you approached xavier's apartment as quietly as you could,but just as you were about to grab the door handle, you were shocked to see that the door was slightly ajar.

"fuck," you muttered under your breath, now even more certain that xavier was in danger and there was most likely an intruder. you quickly took a deep breath, mentally gearing up, then slowly pushed the door open.

but there was no person in sight, not even xavier.

xavier's living room and kitchen looked normal; completely organized except for the occasional blanket spread on the couch and book on the coffee table.

the intruder must be hiding somewhere else, you thought, staying close to the wall and keeping an eye on any potential exits.

after scanning the area one more time and concluding that nothing was out of the ordinary, you cautiously turned the corner and into the hallway that led to xavier's bedroom.

suddenly, an unexpected noise—which sounded suspiciously like xavier's voice—reached your ears.

in fact, the noise not only sounded like it came from xavier...it specifically sounded like xavier when he—wait a second.

you relaxed your shoulders and lowered your hands, which had been in fists for the past few minutes. you raised an eyebrow, then squinted. no way.

trusting your instincts, you approached xavier's bedroom door (which was also slightly ajar), then peeked inside.

and as you had guessed, there was xavier...facedown on his mattress, back arched, ass on display, his lips pushed apart with every lewd sound that he made.

you couldn't help but take advantage of the fact that xavier hadn't noticed your presence yet. every time you see him, you can feel the energy flowing from his body and soul into yours, signifying the bond you have with him, and this moment was no different.

based on xavier's fucked out facial expression and the way he was still partially clothed, you could tell he had been really turned on.

for a second, you considered staying at the doorway, keeping quiet, and simply enjoying the show. but xavier was being way too tempting.

the cause of his lewd sounds was evidently coming from what his hands were doing. from where you were standing, your eyes naturally landed on the most visible part of xavier's body, his ass...and he was moaning desperately while fucking himself with his fingers.

before you could decide between keeping quiet and enjoying the show or pouncing on him right there and then, xavier made the decision for you.

he had turned his head to the side mid-thrust, and as a result, his eyes finally landed on his only audience member.

"m-mommy," he gasped, and you immediately sensed that the realization that you had been watching him added to the pleasure. "you're finally home."

you absentmindedly began to undo the belt of your work uniform, the urge to jump on top of him growing stronger with every second.

"xavier, you had me so worried." you cooed, but at this point, he was being way too distracting to even think about scolding him for leaving you on read.

"i-i'm sorry mommy, please forgive me...I've j-just been missing you." xavier whimpered, blushing profusely.

you continued to undress as xavier paused and turned to face you, hands flying down to cover his cock out of embarrassment. you wordlessly shook your head in response, your gaze moving slowly down his body and mapping the places you'd explore with your hands later.

“show me, baby." you ordered. "show me how much you've been missing me."

xavier couldn't meet your eyes, but god if that didn't make him all the more adorable. he slowly let his hands fall onto the mattress on either side of his legs, revealing his hard, leaking member.

you fought back a moan right before it escaped your throat, doing your best not to interrupt the scene. this was almost too good to be true.

as your last overgarment fell to the floor, even though you now had less clothing items on than xavier, it was evident who was in charge.

"i-i need help, mommy. my fingers...they're n-not enough."

xavier was making it really challenging for you to stay in character. he was so needy, he was leaking so much precum...and he had been edging himself ever since he sent that initial text.

and so, without a second thought, you crawled onto the bed and pushed xavier down until he was laying flat on the mattress.

your lips finally collided with his, moving harmoniously as if the only reason you both existed was to become one; one mind, one body, one soul.

all of xavier's embarrassment and shame flew out the window as soon as your hands caressed his skin. he couldn't help but mewl and moan into your mouth and you inhaled his sweet noises like they were the last molecules of oxygen in the atmosphere.

​​while you straddled his waist, your fingers ghosted over xavier's v-line and lower abdomen and traced the lines of his defined-yet-supple abs, making their way along his skin until they reached two of the most sensitive parts of his body: his nipples.

as you deepened the kiss, xavier responded by arching his back and surrendering his chest to your hands as a result.

you teased him further by circling his nipples with your fingers and smirked against his lips when he let out another beautiful noise.

"mommy, p-please," he whimpered, bucking his hips up in an attempt to rub his cock against any part of you that he could reach. after edging so many times while waiting for you to come home from work, if he tried to withstand anymore teasing, xavier was certain he'd go insane.

"please what, baby?" you replied, and as you lowered your head with the intent to leave a few love bites on xavier's neck, he finally said what you've been wanting him to say for the past several minutes.

"please...fuck me."

as soon as xavier finished his sentence, almost as if it was a reflex, a shiver ran through your body. the first time you had sex with each other was extremely pleasurable, but at this moment, xavier had never sounded more needy...never sounded so desperate for you to enter him. you moved back enough so that you could finally lock eyes with him, and the combination of his bedroom eyes and rosy-colored cheeks almost made you shiver again.

"one more time," you ordered, keeping the volume of your voice soft but your tone stern, one hand rising up to hold xavier's chin and make sure he kept his eyes on yours. "beg for me one more time."

xavier's hand flew up this time in an attempt to cover his mouth and stifle a moan, but your free hand was faster and pinned his wrist back on the mattress.

"i f-feel so empty, mommy," he whined, making it evident that he had no more strength to hold back the desperation in his voice anymore. "i need you inside me."

and with that, you couldn't hold back anymore either. after leaving a kiss on xavier's nose as a treat for using his words like a good boy, you let go of his chin and his wrist, moved off his waist and onto the mattress, and pushed his legs apart with both hands in one smooth array of movements. but, once you began to reach in the direction of the nightstand—where xavier stored a bottle of lube—he spoke.

"wait."

you paused your reach, resting your hand onto his knee and rubbing it with your thumb as reassurance for him to continue.

"i...while you were at work today, i went out and bought something." you tilted your head in thought, millions of possibilities—all unholy—appearing in your mind of what xavier could be referring to. "it's something...for you."

"aww, baby," you smiled softly, your mind immediately landing on the idea that it was just a sex toy that prioritized women's pleasure. "you didn't have to, but thank you. where is it?"

xavier slowly pointed to the same drawer that you were initially going for in the nightstand, which was quite convenient. might as well take out the lube while you're in there too. you shifted your weight to lean closer to the nightstand, the excitement of making xavier feel good *and* revealing his surprise was taking over, but the split second you curled your fingers under the handle and pulled the drawer open, all the possibilities that had spawned in your mind were all tossed in the trash.

the first detail that caught your attention was...the secondary dildo.

oh. my. god.

growing up—due to your high libido and small collection of sex toys steered towards vagina owners—you had expected you would eventually find yourself in a very sexually explorative relationship, but never in your life did you expect to see a strap-on in person, and definitely not a strap-on that had two dildos attached to it. one dildo traditionally installed in the front, and one in the center of the middle strap that went between your legs.

"xavier..." you breathed, finally breaking yourself out of the temporary trance and retrieving the strap-on and lube from the nightstand. the poor, pleasure-deprived boy was blushing hard again.

"I've been wanting you to fuck me again for what feels like the longest time. but this time i wanted to try and help you get as much pleasure from fucking me as i get from it." xavier pouted, and you couldn't resist leaving another kiss on his nose. one day you were certain his cuteness would make you explode. and the fact that he could still look and sound so cute while saying some of the dirtiest sentences you've ever heard? way too powerful. "and i n-need you so bad, mommy...i don't know how much longer i can wait."

xavier didn't need to say another word. at this point, even though you knew it would be so, so entertaining to make him squirm and beg and maybe even cry for you out of desperation, you couldn't wait another second either.

"alright, baby. I'm right there with you." you replied, lowering your head one last time and giving him another breathtaking french kiss before removing your panties and opening the bottle of lube.

you took as much time as you needed to prep yourself before putting on the strap-on, slowly inserting the secondary dildo, slick with lube, into your slit and moaning under your breath as it stretched you out in the most delectable way. all while xavier watched and fought hard not to rub himself off just to the sight of you.

then, finally you coated the dildo at the front of the strap-on with the same amount of lube you used for the one currently inside you...or maybe a little more. as far as you knew, this would be the first-

"this will actually be the first time I've ever put anything bigger than a few fingers inside me," xavier said softly. no way. he could not have said that at a more coincidental moment.

"really?" you responded, your tone gentler than before. "before i start...just remember that if you ever want to pause or completely stop, just say the word and I'll stop, okay, baby?"

xavier nodded.

"i need to hear you say it."

"okay, mommy...if i ever want to pause or stop, I'll tell you."

"good boy."

and then, as xavier kept his legs spread for you and you held the base of your new cock to keep it pointed forward, you finally began to push inside.

"mmf," xavier moaned, tucking his bottom lip under his top row of teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. "s-so...big..."

"fuck, xavier," you said under your breath, wondering how in the world your brain was still able to handle this much stimulation from xavier's needy voice. while pushing in another inch, you made a quick mental note to request a spicy voice recording from your boyfriend in the future like your life depended on it, and at this point maybe it did. "you sound so good while taking me in, you're being such a good boy for me."

"m-mommy," xavier whined, and for a moment you assumed he meant it like he needed you to slow down. but then he continued to speak. "p-please, please."

his half-lidded gaze might just be the death of you.

"i need it. i need it...i need you, all the way in."

and were you going to deny your baby boy from finally giving him the pleasure he's been needing ever since he texted you hours ago? hell. fucking. no. so with that, you thrust forward, pushing all the way into xavier's hole until the back of his thighs were flush against your hips.

the next moments felt amazing...equally amazing for the both of you.

even though xavier was quite bigger than you, both in terms of body size and now dick size, it felt so so good to watch a big, lean-yet-muscular man melt under you as you moved in and out of him. with every thrust, you drew the prettiest sounds out of xavier's mouth, each moan or whimper or gasp or whine reaching your ears and weaving itself permanently into your brain. occasionally, xavier would whisper about how good you felt inside him, about feeling so full...and also thanking you, over and over. also occasionally, during your pleasure-induced haze, you even wished that your cock was a real one that would enable you to cum inside xavier and physically claim him as yours. yours.

in addition to all the auditory and visual stimulants thanks to the pretty boy lying under you, every thrust inside him also resulted in the other dildo thrusting inside you.

it felt strange at first, especially since this was your first time using your hips for the act of penetration during sex, but after getting comfortable with the rhythm, you started to notice the sensation of the second dildo rubbing against your walls and hitting a certain spot inside you.

the sensation itself was enough to open a new and unexpected door in your brain.

xavier, your boyfriend, the only person in the room who authentically had a penis, was currently defying old-fashioned gender norms by being a bottom...being penetrated. but, the fact that xavier had bought a sex toy with an additional feature that would penetrate you made you imagine something.

what if there was another xavier? behind you, holding your hips tightly like how you were currently holding xavier's, thrusting inside of you and matching your pace while you fucked this xavier? pressing his bare chest against your back and leaving kisses along your neck, using his tongue to add more sensations...

you moaned at the subliminal idea, causing xavier to whine in response.

and what if the other xavier took on a different power dynamic too...like if the other xavier was more dominant, like how a prince commanded his court, in contrast to this xavier's submissive air?

"m-mommy." xavier's buttery-soft, pleasure-stricken voice interrupted your daydream, but you definitely didn't have an ounce of anger in you.

"yes, baby?"

"can you please go faster?"

xavier was right. while you were daydreaming about an unrealistic threesome with two xaviers and you sandwiched in the middle, you had been fucking him slowly and driving him even more insane than he already was. right there and then, a smirk crept onto your lips.

say less.

and xavier got exactly what he wanted.

you never thought xavier could become a more beautiful sight than he already was until you picked up the pace. you hooked your arms under xavier's legs and grabbed onto his thighs to get more leverage, your knees pressing even harder into the mattress as you rationed all the physical energy you had to fuck xavier the way he deserved.

after reaching and maintaining the pace he wanted for a short while—and enjoying the lewd noises you got in return—one look at xavier's facial expression answered a question that had appeared in your mind. with the size and shape of this thing...have i been hitting that sweet spot inside him?

you were very, very grateful you didn't have to ask him out loud and interrupt the pretty sounds he had been making for the past half hour. and at that point you were so locked into the consistent rhythm of thrusting in and out and at a specific angle, you knew you were doing him good. the words that occasionally came out of his mouth also confirmed it.

"oh my god, yes, right th-there, mommy."

"it f-feels so thick..."

"please don't stop."

xavier's phrases did nothing but add to the whole pleasurable experience of fucking him and being fucked, hitting xavier's sweet spot and having something rub against your sweet spot. and, as xavier did request, you didn't stop.

you kept going while he cried out your name and moaned into your ear. you kept going while he pulled you closer to him by hugging your neck, coincidentally putting your head in a position that allowed you to kiss his neck and leave more evidence for the world to see that he was yours in the form of more love bites. you kept going even when he wrapped his legs around your waist, spurring your hips forward with the back of his ankles like he still couldn't get enough.

but when his spoken words grew sloppier and his fingernails started dragging along your back, most likely leaving his own version of evidence that you're his, you knew it was almost time.

"are you close, baby? you gonna cum for me?" you breathed, speaking directly into his ear and smirking when he let out yet another beautiful sound.

"yes, mommy," xavier replied. you looked him over once again, taking in the sight of the ethereal mess you made out of your boyfriend.

"beg for it." you ordered. "beg for me."

"please. please," he continued, whimpering as you subconsciously thrusted deeper because he just sounded. so. good. "i wanna cum. mommy, please let me cum."

"yeah? you wanna cum for me?"

"oh god, yes mommy, please, i wanna cum for you," xavier nearly sobbed.

and after a few more seconds of fucking him at the perfect angle, in the perfect position, hitting right where he wanted it, and once you finally gave him permission...you were able to indulge in an enchanting sight that was almost too good to be true.

as xavier reached that inexplicable high, you felt blessed to have the privilege of watching his body respond to it.

his half-lidded blue irises rolled back. his eyebrows knitted together. his soft lips parted. his cheeks were still burning a pretty pink shade, slightly darker than the color of his lips. and xavier's cock—which had only been getting friction from the times you leaned forward and it rubbed against your lower abdomen—shot white ropes of cum on his stomach, his defined abs, some reaching all the way to his chest.

and you couldn't even tell what you desired more at the moment: to enjoy the view of the mess he made on himself for as long as possible or to lick it all up.

"I've got you, baby, i got you," you whispered into xavier's ear, staying inside him until he communicated he was ready for you to pull out.

before today, you've only experienced having sex with him once, but even then, you already knew that one of your favorite parts of the whole experience was babying him after the act and holding him against you, skin to skin.

you both lay in comfortable silence for a few seconds before xavier piped up.

"wait...from what i know, you didn't cum yet."

you nodded. you didn't say it aloud yet, but you had to admit: due to the use of a new sex toy and new experiences of an unfamiliar duty and position in bed, your mind was a bit more occupied than usual and wasn't able to completely get in the right headspace which was essential to reach that high. but, before your mind was even able to pick between accepting the fact you didn't cum or feeling a bit unsatisfied, xavier spoke again.

"the main reason why i bought something new was so i could help to make you feel as good as you make me feel." he pouted. you opened your mouth, about to reassure him and remind him that having a sexual relationship requires patience and communication to improve, he continued...and if it wasn't for the excitement of wondering what would happen next, you probably could have cum right there and then just from hearing xavier say something so sexy.

"now that I've finished, it's my turn to focus on you and give you the same or maybe even more pleasure. at least once to fulfill my initial goal...

...and then again to say thank you."

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it has been way too long since caleb has been able to get himself off.

the past few weeks have consisted of an ungodly combination of work and traveling, to the point where caleb was subjected to a period of celibacy against his will. and that was definitely one of the worst things that could ever happen to someone with a high libido like him.

the last time caleb had ever felt this desperate to get off was in middle school, when puberty had initially fucked him over and--to caleb's embarrassment--the slightest curvaceous objects set him off. come to think of it, he couldn't even remember the last time he had been able to touch himself properly. everyday was just eat food, drink water, work, sleep, repeat.

but to caleb's luck, when the weekend finally came around and he didn't have to stay on-call for work, he finally got an opportunity to have a moment to himself...and he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.

it just happened to be during a visit to your apartment. while you were out getting groceries.

--

although caleb's mental stability had been hindered for the past few weeks due to his forced celibacy, he was at least sane enough to keep in mind that you could return home at any moment.

he could faintly remember what you said as you were heading out the door earlier, telling him you'd be going to the nearby supermarket so you would be back shortly, but if you had mentioned a specific time of return, caleb definitely didn't catch it.

and yet, there he was...in your bedroom, leaning against the wall, holding a pair of your panties against his nose with one hand, his right hand wrapped around his cock.

if caleb hadn't been overworked, which would mean more opportunities to take care of...certain needs...he would probably be doing something useful in your apartment right now like cleaning the dishes you had left in the sink or maybe even vacuuming so you could return to a refreshed living space. but no. his need for release was evidently stronger. and the fact that he was attracted to you didn't help his case.

and again...caleb knew that if you returned from the grocery store right at this second, he would most likely get caught and sever a friendship that has lasted several years. just because he gave in to an intrusive thought.

when you had left the apartment earlier, and caleb knew he had to take the opportunity to release all the sexual frustration he had been building over the past few weeks, he had immediately headed in the direction of the nearest bathroom: the one in your bedroom. but, when he took an initial step into your room, the state of the room gave him a wave of nostalgia.

you've never been good at keeping your bedroom organized.

there were several indicators that you haven't been able to clean your room in a long time. your desk chair was on the opposite side of its own desk. your potted plant on the windowsill was basically dead, its remaining leaves hanging onto their stems for dear life. several clothing items were also strewn all over the carpet, caleb was surprised he didn't step on any of them when he walked through the doorway. and he definitely couldn't recall a single time where he went in your childhood bedroom and saw it nice and orderly.

but, amidst all the chaos of your current bedroom, one thing caught his eye. a small piece of fabric, laying on the floor next to your hamper.

a thin, lacy pair of black panties.

when his gaze initially landed on them, he immediately regretted walking into your room in the first place. because god, lingerie is something that should definitely be kept private. but also...if caleb's mind wasn't currently corrupted by the fact he hasn't gotten himself off in so long, maybe he'd actually have the strength to leave.

but alas. he was a degenerate.

a few steps closer, and the next thing caleb knew, the pair of panties were sitting on the floor right by his socked feet. caleb glanced at the bedroom door, now further than before, pausing to listen for any signs that you had returned home. he was so locked in that if he was a puppy, his ears would be pricked up. but, to caleb's luck, he heard nothing.

and so he proceeded in letting his body decide his next actions--and continued thinking with the wrong head.

caleb had hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties and lifted them off the ground, his eyes widening upon feeling the rough lace against his skin. but, before he could even wonder what it was like to wear something so rough and most likely uncomfortable in the downstairs area, he spotted something on the fabric that shooed everything else out of his mind.

...i never knew natural female body fluids looked like that.

and at that moment, the intrusive thought came to him.

i wonder what it smells like. what...she smells like.

he glanced at your bedroom door one more time, knowing that he was about to do something that would have to be taken to the grave. and then, with the pair of panties still hanging off his fingers, he lifted them up to his nose and inhaled.

pheromones.

similar to the way your scent had filled his nose, several thoughts instantly filled his mind...and all he could think about was you.

you didn't smell unpleasant, like if you hadn't showered in days. at the same time, you didn't smell like fresh flowers or sugary candy...but caleb didn't care. smelling like flowers and candy isn't natural. but your scent, something so familiar, something caleb could only indulge in whenever you hugged him, is.

he had closed his eyes and inhaled a few more times, each breath slower and deeper than the previous. each breath made him fall deeper into his trance as if your panties held the last molecules of oxygen on the planet. and each inhale of your scent made its way from his nostrils, to his lungs...and then straight to his dick.

--

caleb had felt so pent-up for so long.

the tension in his shoulders and his arms felt so gratifying as he furiously moved his fist around his cock, the dirtiest sounds escaping his throat as he took advantage of the fact no one else was in the apartment. his eyebrows knitted together with every pulse of heat that spread from his crotch to the rest of his body, clouding his mind until all he could focus on was your scent and the rough lace pressed against his nose.

he could only imagine what it would be like to inhale your scent directly from your body. to feel your soft skin under his fingertips, and maybe even under his lips, instead of just feeling lace. his mind was racing at the speed of light, conjuring images of what you would look like under him, above him, around him.

and he could only wish that it was you wrapped around his cock instead of his hand, whether that meant being inside your mouth or even being inside the precious cave that was always guarded by layers of clothing.

as the seconds passed, caleb’s mind continued to generate an infinite gallery of you, you, you…everything about you.

with every stroke of his fist, you. with every sweep of his thumb over the head of his cock, you. with every thrust into his fist that made his eyes roll back, you. with every lewd noise he made that filled the empty room, you.

since this was the first time in a long time that he could properly touch himself, he didn't give a fuck about holding back his noises in case someone heard...but at this point, the neighbors probably could. everything just felt so good, sometimes he couldn't even tell what sounds he was making. but your name must have escaped his lips once or twice.

after a while of chasing his high, a new intrusive thought formed in caleb's mind, even dirtier than the first one. an idea that--if he left any...evidence behind--would definitely get him in trouble.

his eyes fluttered open, pupils adjusting to the light again after being squeezed shut for the past few minutes, and he stared at the lace in his fingers. wordlessly, he let go of his cock and held onto the panties with both hands, stretching its fabric between his fingers--similar to how they would hang on a clothesline--so he could get a full view of them.

like any pair of girls' underwear, there were three holes in it: one for each leg and one for your hips...but caleb had gotten the idea to use one of them for his cock.

the idea of wrapping a piece of fabric that has touched your skin around his own skin was enough to make caleb's remaining morals fly out the window. and so he did.

and everything, from the thought that he was indirectly touching your body through these panties to the new sensation of your lace around his cock, was enough to make him reach that high.

with a few final thrusts into his fist, caleb moaned as hot, white ribbons of cum finally spurted from the head of his cock and, as he expected, all over the black fabric.

he fell back against the wall, the back of his shoulders knocking hard against its surface, but he was too high with pleasure to feel an ounce of pain. with his chest heaving, his breathing ragged, and a few droplets of sweat running down his temples, he looked as if he had just finished having multiple rounds of sex...and he kind of wished that was true.

once he was able to slow his breathing to a normal tempo, he finally glanced down at your panties...and a bright red blush appeared on his cheeks. he had made such a mess.

and he was a mess. all because of you.

--

about a quarter of an hour later, you finally returned from the grocery store.

thanks to some much-needed, post-nut clarity, caleb was able to keep his composure and grab the grocery bags from you so he could start helping you make dinner.

and you both had a great time that night, catching up with each other about life, friendships, milestones, current interests and hobbies...and caleb was the happiest person alive, constantly smiling at you and doing whatever he could to make you mirror that smile.

all while a stolen pair of panties was tucked in his back pocket.