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Your gege is shy.
No one would believe it if you told them. Not that you would. They don’t deserve to know such a secret about him. He doesn’t seem like it; attractive and affable, he’s been surrounded by admirers his entire life. People have always flocked to Caleb, hoping to catch some of his light for their own. But being personable is different than being people-person.
You know your gege. If it was up to him, he would keep the two of you trapped together for all of time. Untouched by anything but each other. Not that you blame him. You’re not particularly fond of sharing him either. You’re just more practical.
You can’t keep Caleb trapped by your side forever, even if you want to. So you’ll just have to bind him to yourself instead.
The flesh beneath your hand burns. Even asleep, Caleb runs hot. He likes to joke that he was custom made to be your own personal heater, built to keep you comfortable no matter where you were. He’s sweet like that. Always keeping you in mind.
It’s time you return the favor.
You haven’t got much time before Caleb wakes. Even with the sleep medication, you know he won’t stay down for long. You’ve got most of your preparation done, but there are still the last few steps before you two can really begin.
It’s easier than you thought it would be to move him in his sleep. You don’t shift him that much; just enough to strip him down. It takes everything in you to keep your focus on your goal. As much as you want to ogle your gege’s incredible body, there will be plenty of time for that later. For now, you have a mission.
The cuffs are cold beneath your touch. You stare at them for a second, wondering if they will really work. You trust Sylus, of course. You’re just also aware of how strong your gege really is.
You’re delicate with your ge as you take his wrists in your hands. You pause for a moment, examining his flesh beneath your touch. Those awful scientists really did do a good job. No one would be able to recognize the synthetic skin unless they already knew. It almost feels the same. Almost. He may not be able to feel much through it, but you’re still careful as you cuff him to the headboard.
He looks good like this, spread out for your satisfaction.
You settle down on top of him, throwing yourself over his hips, and begin your wait. It doesn’t take long. You’ve barely begun to get bored when his brow starts to furrow with consciousness. You can’t help but brush your thumb across the crease, doing your best to smooth it out.
“Hi sleepyhead,” you murmur.
“Meimei?” Caleb’s eyes slowly flutter open. He peers up at you through drowsy blinks. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were in Linkon.”
The cheer is evident in your voice. “We’re gonna have sex silly!”
“What?” He jerks up, only to be yanked back down by the handcuffs.
“Well you want me and I want you. And I’m tired of this stalling so…” You trail off, giving your gege a wide grin.
“Just wait a second-“
“I have waited. And then you died.” Your voice wavers for a moment before you clear your throat. “So now we’re doing it my way.”
He’s distracted, split between shaking off the medication and stumbling through speaking to you. “Meimei, be reasonable.”
“I am being reasonable,” you snap back.
It’s not like he doesn’t want this.
It’s easy enough to ignore his whining as you strip down. Your clothes go easy, thrown haphazardly across the room as you join him in nudity. Caleb goes still while he watches, quieting down somewhere between you stripping off your shirt and your shorts.
It’s only when you reach for your underwear that he speaks again.
“I’m too big, baby. I’ll hurt you.”
You roll your eyes. Like you don’t know how big he is. You both know that your teenage years were spent stealing glances between cracked doors. “Don't worry, I've been practicing.”
Caleb goes cold as he hears that. “With who?”
If looks could kill, the glare Caleb’s sporting would strike you dead. It makes you grin. He can pretend all he wants but it’s moments like this that reveal his deep-seated truth. You let him stew for a moment, basking in his jealousy before you relieve him of it.
Leaning over him, you flick his forehead. “A dildo, dummy.”
Caleb exhales, releasing his rage.
“A dildo isn’t gonna compare to my size.”
You continue to ignore him as you fling your underwear next to his face. He goes quiet once again, jaw clenched tight while he tries to keep his composure.
“You can sniff them, I don’t mind.” Your nose scrunches as you giggle. “Not like it’d be the first time.”
For the first time tonight, Caleb blushes bright red. It sneaks over his cheeks, spreading across the pale skin as he stutters. Your gege is very cute when he’s flustered. You can’t help but lean down, pressing sloppy kisses against his cheek as you get out all of your affection. For a brief moment you’re seventeen again; catching Caleb in his crowd of admirers before staking your rightful claim on him.
Crawling back over him, you catch Caleb between your thighs. He’s hot against your core as you cradle him in your folds.
“At least prep, baby.”
”God ge, I did.”
Even when you’re about to fuck, he can’t help but be annoying.
You’re plenty wet already, leaving a slick trail across his skin. It sticks between you two as physical proof of what’s finally occurring. It wouldn’t be hard to cum like this. Caleb’s cock catches perfectly against your clit while you rut down on him. But as pleasant as that sounds, you have something better in mind.
You snag his tip on your hole just like you practiced. Pre-cum covers your cunt as his leaky head squirts against you, making even more of a mess of your pussy. Eager eyes watch Caleb’s expression as you sink down on his cock.
His lip splits beneath his pearly white teeth, a bead of blood welling up as he tries to tamp his feelings down. Caleb keeps himself quiet even as you cradle his chin in your hand. With a gentle touch, you pull his lip free and press the pad of your finger against the wound.
“You are so stubborn,” you pout. “Balls deep inside my cunt and you still can’t admit you want me.”
He opens his mouth—undoubtedly to argue—before slamming it back shut as you begin to shift. You start small, lightly rolling your hips as you attempt to adjust to his size. Caleb wasn’t lying; even with all of your practice, he is big. And warm. And so much better than you could have ever dreamed of. The dildo didn’t prepare you for the feeling of being filled to the brim with something so alive.
Your eyes roll back as he twitches inside you.
You’ve been dreaming about having him for years. Many late nights were spent squirreled away with his shirts as you squeal around your fingers wishing they were his. You really didn’t want it to come to this; in your fantasies, your first time is much more romantic than this impromptu ambush. But that’s alright. Next time will be better—once Caleb stops being so fussy.
It’s not long before you’re bouncing in his lap, rocking the bed with your fervor. Your chest heaves with each drop as sweat drips down your chest. The muscles in your legs are straining with exertion but you pay no attention to the pain. Not when you’re finally getting what you want.
Caleb finally breaks his silence, puppy-dog eyes pleading with you. “Baby, s-slow down.”
“Am I going too fast?”
“Yes!”
Your giggles fill the bedroom at his pleading but you comply with the request. Slowing to a steady roll, you shift down to kiss Caleb’s cheek again. You can’t help but tease him though. You take it slow this time, trailing your way across his skin to get his blush to bloom again. It’s fun to watch his freckles fade as he flushes under your attention.
He’s terribly cute like this.
The air heats between you two as you crawl closer to Caleb’s lips. You and gege have shared plenty of kisses before, but none like this. You’ve come close before—only to crawl away from the edge every time. No longer.
He’s always been your gege. And this has always been yours to take.
The taste of blood still lingers on his lips as you finally kiss him the way you’ve been wanting to all these years. You can feel him moan into your mouth, catching it in your throat to keep the noise for yourself. Even in the privacy of his home, you can’t help but dread every inch of separation that someone could sneak through.
Your weight does nothing to keep Caleb from bucking into you with a desperate thrust. He hits deep—certainly deeper than you had been going before. The pleasure almost distracts you from the sticky sensation starting to drip out of you.
Almost.
With every throb of his cock, another wave fills you with warmth. It’s easy to ride out your orgasm like this—simply feeling Caleb’s heat inside you already had you on the edge. Now you’re absolutely spinning. None of your self-soothing orgasm sessions after Caleb worked you up felt this good.
Your eyes flutter open to take in Caleb, only to freeze.
Caleb just came inside your cunt. You thought he’d look happier.
Unless—
Unless you were wrong. Maybe Caleb doesn’t want you after all. Maybe he’s just been humoring you this entire time, playing along like he always did with your games.
You know your gege better than anyone. But maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. Despite your best attempt to steady yourself, your composure falters; the thought is simply too much for you to handle. Tears well in your eyes as you turn away, trying to hold yourself together before you fuck up again.
“What’s wrong?” Caleb’s voice cuts through your haze, though you don’t acknowledge him. He strains against his restraints as he tries to reach you. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing!”
His brow furrows. “Are you crying?”
“I’m not!”
“Are you hurt?” His voice raises, worried at the mere thought.
You can’t help but cry out, “You hate me!”
“What?”
“I ruined everything and you’re gonna hate me forever!”
The handcuff chains snap with a quick jerk of Caleb’s wrists, splintering beneath his strength. You yelp, rocking back to try and run. Caleb doesn’t give you the chance. He catches you in an instant, cradling you in his arms. You can’t escape no matter how hard you struggle.
“Pip-squeak, what on earth are you talking about?”
You turn your face from him, trying to hide any way you can. He won’t let you. He never does. Caleb’s got you tight in his grasp, pressed flushed against his chest. There's nowhere to go, but that certainly doesn’t stop you trying. He’s sturdy against your pathetic shoving.
“You don’t like me and you never did and everything’s ruined!”
Tears start to drip down your face. Your chest heaves with jagged breaths as you begin to hyperventilate. It’s getting worse by the second, snot staining your shoulder as you try to contain your meltdown. You’re failing, of course, but you do make an effort.
“Meimei, I need you to take a deep breath for me.” Caleb’s chest expands, pressing against you as he pins you in place. You can’t help but follow him as you always do, slowing your breathing to match his pace.
It’s hard to breathe through your hysteria but you don’t want to disappoint him again.
It’s hard. So hard. But eventually you settle down, sniffling as your gege soothes you. Your face is flushed, equal parts stress and shame. You’re sure you look like the disaster you are. Still hidden in your shoulder, you once again try to pull away. As always, Caleb doesn’t let you.
“Won’t you look at me, baby?”
You can’t help it. Caleb has always been your weakness.
Teary eyes peek up as you hesitantly face him. He breaks into a smile as soon as he sees you properly, pulling one hand up to cradle your cheek. The warmth of his palm radiates through your skin as you sink into the touch. You can feel it deep inside, chasing away the storm you just unleashed.
“You’re my whole world.”
You freeze as his lips brush against your cheek, kissing away the wetness. He doesn’t stop there either.
“My whole universe.”
Kiss after kiss is pressed against your damp skin, your heart pounding with each one. He trails his way across your face while he showers you in affection.
“The only thing that matters.”
Your breath hitches as he pauses. He exhales, breath ghosting across your lips before he bridges the distance and finally kisses you back.
It tastes like coming home.
Staring you down, he murmurs softly, “How could I ever hate my sweet girl?”