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Much to Caleb's dismay, back when him, his sibling, and Zayne were kids and played their make believe games, 'house' was one he disliked greatly. Because without fail, he was always the dog. No amount of bickering and declaring 'I'm always the dog !' could make either of the two change their minds about his role. It was infuriating, getting told 'sit ! stay ! roll over !' again and again. But he had to, or else that pipsqueak would either cry or tell their grandma, and he did not want another earful about how he should be more careful with his sibling since he's the oldest.
Honestly... who in their right mind would like being treated as a dog ?
"If you still want to go forward with this, Caleb, then I suggest you hurry up." Zayne reminded, folding the arms of his silver, rimless glasses and placing them on the dark oak desk. "Sylus will be back soon, and-"
"Aaand he'd be mad that we didn't tell him about this cuz he'd wanna join, blah blah blah. You done yappin' ?" Caleb peered up at him from where he was, kneeling between Zayne's legs and hands busying themselves with his belt.
They were currently sitting in one of Sylus' many rooms in his mansion, namely the library. It was a quiet space, shelves stuffed with classic texts and nonfiction literature, and a sturdy desk where Zayne sat. The pair got off work around an hour ago and decided to pay Sylus a visit, despite the latter's day just getting started and therefore wasn't home. Thus, they found themselves in the library, finding any form of entertainment in the room as they waited for their boyfriend to get back. And apparently this never included reading the very books surrounding them.
"Can't believe you're gettin' all huffy about this when you asked for it ! It'd be your fault if Sylus came back and saw us."
Zayne's eyebrow raised. "I never said I'd avert the blame." He said in that matter-of-fact tone Caleb has grown fond of. It still ticks him off sometimes, though. "Did you think I would ?" The doctor's sleek hand landed on Caleb's head, slender fingers threading through brown hair.
Caleb hummed indifferently to his question, then mumbled. "No," The clink of metal clashing and separating cut through his sentence as Zayne's belt was undone. With a swift zzzip! , the fly of his trousers draped open enough to reveal the tight restraints of Zayne's boxers. Caleb swiped his thumb at the growth, earning a huff from the former. He then lowered his face between the doctor's legs, pressing his lips on the fabric and kissing it. The heady, musky smell of a long, gruelling day at work wafted thickly, leaving Caleb dizzy. Zayne watched with a clenched jaw, idly tapping his fingernail on the arm of the chair. Violet eyes faded down into a sunset orange peeked up. "But I know Sylus would pin this on me." Caleb muffled through the cloth, the vibration of his voice and the unrestrained twinkle in his gaze causing Zayne's cock to twitch in the suffocating confines of the threaded jail cell.
The doctor breathed a quiet chuckle. "Why do you say that ?" The hand tangled in Caleb's locks snaked down and cupped the back of his neck, his thumb coming up and stroking his cheek. "Is it because our puppy would jump at any opportunity to do this ?" Zayne joked with a knowing smile, repeating the way Sylus called him by that oh so endearing petname. Caleb huffed and jerked his head out of the loose grip.
"There you go again, treatin' me like a dog. We're not kids, not playing house anymore." Caleb bickered, slipping his fingers under the hem of the black boxers and tugging it down. The erect flesh almost hit him square in the face from how excitedly it sprung out. Zayne relished in the way his fingers wrapped around him and pumped up and down.
"I'm aware." Zayne's breathing kicked up a notch, still having the energy to quip back and entertain Caleb a bit. "Though, despite the playground arguments it brought about, you still played the role well." A ghost of a laugh. "Has it stuck ?"
Caleb glared, squeezing his hand at the base of the doctor's cock and earning a semi-panicked gasp from him. He silently took that as a win, even with Zayne shooting daggers at him with those hazel-green eyes. Usually, those eyes held nothing but warm stoicism, attentiveness, and care, but right now, they're ready to form comeback icicles. Good thing Caleb was looking away.
"I'm not a puppy and I'm not a dog. Why would anyone wanna be treated like a dog ?" He scoffed, resuming his earlier hand movement up and down Zayne's shaft. The head's slit eventually spurted a tiny lagoon of precum. Caleb resisted the urge to lick it, instead sinking his thumb in the hot stickiness and spreading it around the pretty, pink head. Zayne's breaths ran warm as he stared through half-lidded eyes.
"Hn... Well, there has to be a reason why someone would like being called a 'good boy'." The surgeon mused, his focus wading back to the attention Caleb was gifting his aching mass. Well, until that hand abruptly stopped, making Zayne tilt his head up. "Caleb ?"
Those two words spun each other around in Caleb's head for a while, a taunting carousel.
It was almost like he was thinking...
Considering...
No.
No way.
But just to test the waters.
"What did you say ?" Caleb asked with faux cluelessness.
"I said there has to be a reason why someone would like being called a 'good boy'."
"What does acting like a dog have to do with it ?"
Zayne's eyebrow twitched and he closed his eyes, sighing. "You don't hear grown men calling each other good boys casually, do you ? It's more 'good man' or 'good lad'. You either say the former to someone significantly younger than you, or a pet... in this case, a dog." He opened his eyes and leered down at the man beneath him. It was subtle, but Caleb could tell he was getting impatient. "Now will you move your hand ?"
Hm... well, he got Zayne to say those two words a couple more times. A win is a win. It sounded so... interesting coming out of his lips. The same lips that held a dependable and straight-laced voice, giving him the usual reminders of 'Stay safe' and 'Don't make reckless decisions'. Now they're calling him a good boy. Wild. It made Caleb's heart beat just a tad bit faster, a seed of heat stretching its roots at the bottom of his stomach. Curiosity creeped up his neck and made him want to do said reckless decision.
Curiosity killed the cat, and he ain't no cat.
Or dog.
Banish the thought.
Caleb stroked his fist again on the stiff shaft, much to Zayne's relief and pleasure. "How about you call me that while doing this to you ?"
Zayne blinked. "What ?"
"It's not like I'd feel anythin' from it. It'd just be an experiment of sorts." Caleb flailed his other hand dismissively. The pilot could conjure up as many asinine excuses as he could possibly fit behind teeth, but that wouldn't stop Zayne from having suspicions.
Well, if Caleb wanted to play it that way, this will be another fun game. No playground, sand pit or monkey bars this time.
"Then you'll have to do a lot more than this to earn that." Zayne conceded, sternly. Caleb replied in keen action by wrapping his lips around the slick head of the surgeon's cock, the tip of his tongue dipping into the slit and tasting his salty arousal. Zayne was caught off guard, a pleased noise rumbling in his throat, fingernails digging deeper into the chair's arm.
Truth be told, Caleb wasn't the best at this. Blowjobs. He was still practising on dildos and fingers, so the moment he unhinged his jaw wider to fit the rest of Zayne in his passage and almost choked, it was obvious he needed a few more trial runs.
Zayne acted fast, hands pushing the younger away by the shoulders and giving him time to breathe. "Are you alright ? Don't exert yourself." He stressed, mild concern dragging his features down.
Cough! "'M fine..." Cough, cough! "But you said-"
"I know what I said, but I'd rather you take it slow than die trying." Zayne brought a hand up and lifted Caleb's face by the chin, cradling his cheek and wiping away the drool under his lip. "When you've got your breath back, you can try again. Okay ?"
Caleb maintained eye contact and nodded obediently, quietly hoping this act of doey submission would earn a 'good boy' from Zayne.
It did not.
The surgeon just retracted his hand and sat back patiently.
Feh. Alright. Fine. Get his breath back, give Zayne the most subpar but diligent sloppy ever, and earn a 'good boy' or two. Easy stuff.
Back to square one. Calloused hand wrapped around the top of Zayne's mass and pumping rhythmically. Teasing thumb grinding against the underside of his shaft below the tip, that irritating, feel-good spot. Tongue, hot, wet, and determined, latching onto the base and sliding its way up, greeting veins along the way. Cheeks hollowing as his cock slipped inside gums again. Throat welcoming the intrusion. Slow. All very slow, meticulous, trying not to die, like Zayne said.
"Remember to breathe through your nose, Caleb..." He advised above him in a hushed out, airy, tender voice that made the pilot's heart propeller out from his ribcage. That voice should be illegal, he thought. "You can use your hand for the rest if you can't fit it in."
Caleb blinked as a subtle nod of affirmation, fisting his hand at the base, fingers brushing against a soft parcel of hair. He bobbed his head back and forth, face creased in perseverance. Slick noises, stuffed whimpers of taking a little too much in, and moans of intensifying pleasure fill the library, wisping past the gaps of books.
"That's it..." A breath. "Good..." Zayne studied the other as if he was delicate chitin, cupping the back of his head in patient encouragement.
But what did he just say ?
Good.
Good ?
Good ?!
Not 'good boy' ?!
What the fuck.
Caleb's tear-blocked eyes opened and glared with a burning desire to make Zayne fold.
He'll get that praise, dammit. He will !
In newfound determination and seering need for approval, Caleb took Zayne in deeper, the tip of his nose pressed against fine, black bristles of hair that wore the same heady, aphrodisiac musk. Indeed, the doctor folded, hands flying to the younger's shoulders again. Not to push him away, but for 'just in case' purposes. A choked out, gutteral noise rolled past Zayne's throat. The abrupt change in Caleb's tempo left him no time to prepare, or even suck a decent breath in beforehand.
"Caleb..." Not even a second to pause, no care left in his body to finish the sentence before Caleb flexed his muscle, gulping him down, walls grinding against the intrusion.
Zayne doubled over and whimpered, teeth clenched and fingernails marking their territory through fabric and skin.
"Stop... stop-" He managed to hiss out, the coil beating in his stomach ready to burst, but he didn't want it to end there. Not just yet. Zayne could hold out a little longer.
The pilot moved away almost instantaneously, gaining his breath back and partially ignoring the throb in his jaw. Curious violet and orange worry flitted up at his boyfriend.
"S-Sorry, did I do something wrong ? Did I hurt you ?" Caleb fussed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "I'm so sorry, Zayne. I didn't mean-"
"Stand up and take the lower half of your clothes off."
"-tooo... Huh ?" Caleb perked up.
Zayne waited, expectantly.
"Ah. Yeah. I'll get right on that." The younger sprang to his feet and began undoing his belt, button, zipper, and sliding the whole shebang off along with his boxers. "I love it when you're straightforward, Zaynie." Caleb giggled, teasing the petname like his voice was helium-induced.
The doctor hummed in interest. "Aren't I always straightforward ?" He arose from the chair and slid it away from the desk, standing in front of the furniture and gesturing to the former to get on.
Caleb obliged, hopping up on the cold wood, his skin prickling up at the sudden temperature drop. "Yeah, but... whatever, you still sound hot no matter the context." He watched as Zayne stood closer between his thighs, legs naturally separating to accommodate him. "By the wayyy..." Caleb's attention trailed down to the watch adorning the other's wrist. "You said to hurry up earlier 'cause Sylus is gonna be back soon... but now you wanna have sex ?" An annoying grin pulled on the younger's lips. "You're totally gonna make him walk in on us. Pervert." Caleb snickered behind his hand, the mischief creasing under his eyes.
Unphased, Zayne pinned him by the wrists and laid him flat on his back, earning a gasp. "I could easily shift the blame to you and tell Sylus it was all your idea. Would you prefer that ?" His pointed, hazel gaze studied Caleb's twitches and jerks as he scraped an unhurried fingernail up his inner thigh.
"No ! You said you wouldn't." Caleb complained, though it held no bite, his focus centered on the hand closing in on his nether regions.
Zayne reached in his back pocket and pulled out a condom, mumbling to himself about not having any lube. "And I won't. I was only joking." The pad of his index finger ran up and down the spiky plastic edge in thought. "Sorry, I'll have to use saliva to prepare you adequately." He informed, flicking his head back up at the pilot.
"That's fine... It's not like we haven't done it that way before." Caleb's voice was a tad quiet, shaky even. Anticipatory, definitely. Impatient, undoubtedly. Zayne's hand was just so, so close that he near screamed when it swiped back and went up to the doctor's face. The former watched as Zayne coated his own slender digits with spit, the faint squelch of his fingers sliding past tongue and the occasional quiet huff of breath filling the silence. Caleb couldn't help but stare with half-lidded eyes and a chewed bottom lip, the sight burning straight down and fuelling his growth.
"Zayne, hurry..." He pouted, leering up at his boyfriend through sultry bats of his eyelashes and a slutty widening of his thighs. Said boyfriend paused all movement and drew attention back to the younger's invitation.
God help him.
"Impatient as ever..." Zayne muttered after pulling his hand away, a glistening thread of saliva connecting his tongue to the tips of his fingers. With his other hand, he flattened it between the slope of Caleb's neck and shoulder, steadying himself. "I have to take it slow otherwise it'll hurt for you later on." A warm, wet digit prodded and stretched at the eager ring of muscle. Caleb's breath stuttered.
"But it'd still feel good 'cause you're the one doing it." He said, voice muffled out by the dense fabric of his hoodie.
"I'd rather not risk anything." Slow, achingly slow, the doctor's two fingers pushed inside, giving the other everything and nothing all at once. A skillful rub on a soft gland tossed Caleb's head back, body arching off the desk and a palm keeping the mewls from spilling out.
"O-Oh my God..." Caleb blinked several times to contain the wet from his eyes. "You're getting really good at that..." He chuckled and lolled his head on straight to meet gazes with the man above him.
"Thank you," Zayne replied coolly. "I'm also happy you're not getting bored of this." He set a moderate pace with his digits, enough to prepare the former properly and not hurt him. The pilot's attempt was in vain, his moans and sharp intakes of breath seeping through the cracks between his fingers, and the spurt of precum hid nothing either.
"Why would- ah... I get bored...? I... ah- I love doing this with you... when we get the chance-" Caleb's sentence was cut short with a particularly loud whimper, thighs clamping in around Zayne's waist and urging the man closer. "Hah... I also love seein' this version of Zaynie that no one else gets to see." He teased with a cheeky smirk.
The surgeon exhaled a breath through teeth, the sound akin to an astonished snicker. "It's all the same version of Zaynie. You've even got the latest update of him." He joked lightheartedly, tugging the younger's hand away from his face and holding it to his own cheek, ribbing his nose along knuckles. "How lucky."
Caleb couldn't explain it. Matter of fact, he didn't want to. Because that adorable show of affection from Zayne just now made his dick twitch. He smiled and blushed dumbly, too distracted by his mind replaying the scene over and over to quip back with something smarter, funnier. God, how unfair.
"Y-Yeah..." is all he had.
The older chuckled, that harmony of joy swelling throughout Caleb's stomach. "I'll get back to it." Zayne reeled back the tempo of his arm, going slower but trekking deeper and stretching the tight walls wider. The man under him furled, grabby hands clutching onto the surgeon's tie and seeking purchase.
"Z-Zayne..." Caleb whined. "Please... I-I want-"
"Shh... I know, I know." In that whispered, airy tone that made Caleb swoon, Zayne cut in, hushing him out like a candle at night. "Just a bit more. I need to know you're prepared well enough." His fingers were painfully merciful, the occasional dig at the younger's prostate made a desperate moan jump out from his throat, but this still felt like torture. So close, yet so far. "Bear with it a little longer... It feels good, right ?"
Caleb wanted to laugh at that. "Yeah... but-" A strangled whimper. "I'd really... really prefer something bigger..." As if to emphasise his point, he peered south and licked his lips at the growth standing proudly out of Zayne's pants. The surgeon faltered the tiniest bit at the action, folding once again due to Caleb's exploits. Zayne couldn't deny that he knows where to poke and prod at the right places just to make his resolve waver. Most times, the 'cute and sexy' (Caleb patented) act didn't work on him, but he couldn't refuse here. Not when he looked so close to shattering from helplessness.
A sigh hissed past his teeth. "Alright, alright... I get it." With a lewd squelch and a straightening of digits, Zayne pulled his fingers out. He tore the condom packet open and fitted the rubber down his cock.
"Safety this and that. Admit it, you want this just as much as I do !" Caleb snorted annoyingly.
Zayne paused, the tip kissing right up to the hole. "I think your sibling was on to something when they said you're more handsome when you don't speak." In one swift motion, the phantom feeling of fingers immediately got replaced with something bigger, longer, thicker, reaching into the farthest depths.
Caleb threw his head back and wailed, fingers threatening to rip the seams of the surgeon's clothes. His mouth hung open, saliva trickling down, and his tongue running dry from the amount of air he heaved in just to ground himself. Already... it felt so good already that it hurt, the knot swelling in his core.
It took him a few seconds before rolling his head on straight, staring down at the intrusive bump that nestled inside. Fuck, the sight was near dizzying... all he thought (which he barely could) to do was allow a grin to tug on his lips and let out a few quiet giggles. He felt so deliciously stretched out, so exhilaratingly full. It was mind-numbing.
"Move," Caleb lowered a hand south to stroke the obtrusion, layered and poking past organ. It twitched. "Zaynie... move, please." He begged.
So who was Zayne to reject him ?
He reeled his hips back slow, and snapped them forward in a blink, the slap of skin bouncing off the snug lining of books around them. Zayne maintained a brisk pace, his breath steaming thick with each thrust.
Truthfully, the noises coming from the man beneath him would've been enough to make him cum. The hopeless rise and fall of Caleb's chest, bleary vision flooding in tears, mewls, whimpers, whines galore singing blissfully past his ears, the tight, inviting clench of his walls around his cock, pleading it for more... but it was too much. The doctor grunted and bit down on his lower lip. He couldn't finish just yet. Not now when it started getting to the good part. Seeing what lies behind the peak of the mountain can wait. The view would be so much more worth it if he took his time.
Pedaling his pace back a few ticks, Zayne slipped a hand under the hem of Caleb's hoodie and quickly raised it, bunched fabric sitting atop his plump chest like sparrows on a branch. Ravenous, the former leeched his lips and teeth around the younger's perky nub - his favourite spot. Zayne recalled a moment when Caleb managed a pretty impressive orgasm just by the stimulation from his nipples. To say Zayne was fascinated with the discovery would be an understatement. He was borderline obsessed with this specific quirk that he was the first to bear witness to. If there was an award for 'making your boyfriend cum from his nipples' that was sculpted in glass and coloured a clear to azure gradient... well, Zayne wouldn't display it, but it'd be somewhere in the house.
A quivering hand rested atop the older's head, fingers tangled in black hair. "Z-aaayne...!" Caleb moaned, watery purple peering down at the man feasting on his chest as if something was going to leak out and quench his thirst. The doctor stared sharply up at him past his eyelashes, nipping the bud between his teeth and being rewarded with a high-pitched voice crack. His left hand busied itself by cupping and squishing the other pec, pinching and sliding the nipple between two digits.
Via one of Caleb's numerous yapping sessions, Zayne knew that DAA weight regulations were deathly strict, each pilot having a specific amount of kilograms that they needed to maintain in order to stay flying. The younger never seemed to complain about it, apart from the odd 'You're so lucky you can eat all those sweets. If I did that, I'd just end up trying to burn it off during my morning run, and who wants to run an extra 2 miles ?'. But if training intensely and upholding a body like the one he's defiling now meant Zayne could admire it each time he saw it, then weight regulations be damned. As a doctor, he could appreciate the dedication it took to conserve muscle that carved in the right direction, dipped and dented to make room for movement among joints, while not appearing too cut and dehydrated. As a man, well, Caleb's body was just a sexy as all hell body. There are no facts to disprove, Zayne could see it right in front of him. And he loves it.
"Does it feel good ?" Zayne mumbled between the sore, bruise-coloured bud in his mouth. "Hm...?" He opened his mouth wider and sunk his teeth into the tender skin, incisors catching a sliver of the areola in its bite. "Tell me." There was a certain glint in his eyes. Content. Crazed. Teetering on the scale of restraint and abandon. "Caleb, tell me."
"Maybe if you got my nipple outta your mouth, I could hear you better !" The pilot bumped a fist against Zayne's dome in jest, a quiet huff of laughter in response. "I-It feels more than good," Caleb pulled his hand away and used the back of it to hide his mouth, almost shyly. "I really like it..." The heel of his foot nudged at Zayne's lower back. "You could move a bit faster, though." He smirked. Cheeky little...
The doctor unlatched his lips from the former's pulsing protrusion and stepped the tiniest bit forward, pushing his cock in one inch deeper, filling right up to the base. Caleb's smirk fell and his breath hitched.
"T-Too deep..." He muttered, shakily. "Holy-... fuck-" With Zayne all the way in, Caleb felt everything. The occasional couple twitches, the veins that kissed past his internal lining, the odd growing sensation... Though, that may have been the prolonged throb of his stretched ass. "Zay-"
Cut off. One, two harsh and direct thrusts enough to send Caleb's head flying back and his spine to sensually arch off the fine oak. The rhythm was brutal, like the screeching highs of violins, sloping lows of cellos, and resounding bangs of timpani drums. Overwhelming, but not unwelcome. Crashing together, but symphonic. Hurts, but hurts good. The rough loving that Caleb sought after from the beginning.
Zayne lowered both hands and gripped tight on the younger's Adonis belt, thumbs extended and prodding at the bump tiding up and down at each of his merciless thrusts. Caleb writhed and snagged his fingernails down Zayne's back, keratin ribbing through gabardine. "Zayne... Zayne...! Fuck-!" Sputtered desperations, pleas of clemency to the very man inflicting painful love, seeking any form of grounding in this antigravity plane of heady pleasure.
In a messy exchange, the couple's lips locked onto one another. It was nothing but clashing of teeth and gagging of tongue, devouring what little restraint they had left, and melding as close as humanly possible. The equilibrium between 'I love you so much, I want to hold your hand' and 'I love you so much, I want to cut your skin open and cuddle into your organs'. Maybe they can attempt the latter another day. For right now, both were nearing their sweet finish. The snap of the doctor's hips started getting sloppy and out of tune, but kept at it for his and Caleb's sake. They were there. Right there.
An internal buzz. An electrifying pulse through veins. Everything raptured in hot white. Ropes of cum painted Caleb's stomach and chest, glistening in the warm light like a pearl-beaded necklace. Flowery violet rolled behind the pilot's skull, arms anchored firm around Zayne, afraid that he'd disappear in this vulnerable moment and leave him to deal with the mess on his own. Whines reduced to hiccups and snags of breath.
The pair basked in the afterglow, the high wisping south, descending like a sparked out firework. Heavy pants and the aroma of sex oppressed the former bookish, woody scent of the library. Caleb's head dangled off the edge of the desk, blood rushing down and vision barely all there. But he did notice the foggy impression of dress shoes standing at the two-door entrance. Then came a jolly clap of hands.
"Goodness, I wasn't expecting a show when I came back home," An all too familiar baritone voice sliced through the floaty atmosphere. "It must be my lucky day." A few steps was all it took for the man of the house to loom over the heat-crazed rabbits, smirk well-acquainted on his lips. A precise finger poked first at Caleb's chin, a gasp squeaking out of his throat. It then waded down the slope, streaming over his Adam's apple, and pausing at the crevice between his collarbone mounts. "It sounded like our dear doctor took care of you very well, huh, puppy ?"
With a groan, Zayne lifted his head up from the slant of the pilot's neck and shoulder. "How long did you stand there and watch, Sylus ?" His hand came up and swiped away the threads of hair glued to his sweat-licked forehead.
A deep, gruff chuckle. "Oh, not long."
The doctor narrowed his eyes.
Sylus raised his hands defensively, though his brazen grin highlighted his true motives before attempting once more to excuse himself. "Believe me, I just got here. I couldn't exactly ignore your screams, pup." The older clasped his fingers behind Caleb's dome and hoisted it forward, his vision static noise before clearing up.
"Hi, Sylus." He slurred out.
"Hi, sweetie." Soothing kisses pecked at the side of the former's face, eyes screwed shut and mouth curved in a dopey smile. "I'm almost offended that I wasn't invited in the action. I would've loved seeing you be a good boy for me." Sylus cooed, huskily.
Caleb blinked.
Oh.
Right.
That.
The praise that started this whole thing. Shit, he completely forgot about it. Clearly, he wasn't the only one, though.
Caleb glared pointedly at Zayne. "Hey, you didn't call me a good boy at all during that !" He complained, immediately sitting up to face the surgeon head on, wincing the teensiest bit at the swell in his lower back.
Now it was Zayne's turn to blink. Then he averted his gaze. Then he cleared his throat, tugging at his twisted tie. Then he blushed sweet. "I was preoccupied."
"Boo you ! I'm gonna throw tomatoes at your dumb face !" Caleb jabbed.
Sylus fell quiet watching the salty exchange before him, until a lightbulb brightened the dark corners of his mind. "Oh. Is that what started this ?" He almost wanted to laugh. "I knew you were cold, doctor, but cruel too ?" Standing up to his full height, Sylus' palms rested on the younger's shoulders, fingers filing below them. "Surely you have something more to say to our pooch, kitten."
Catching his drift and promptly acting out his role, Caleb stuck his lower lip out in a pathetic pout and gazed up at the other with equally pathetic and wet puppy-dog eyes. Once a dog, always a dog.
Zayne huffed. He could feel a headache coming on.
"I apologise for not saying anything, Caleb." Hazel greeted sunset violet once more. "You were a very good boy." His flustered cheeks saturated in colour, stretching to the skin of his ears.
There it is.
There it is !
"Awww, Zaynie !" Caleb fawned. "If you had said it one more time, I might've came."
"Don't."
Caleb cackled.
Sylus hummed behind him. The kind of hum with certain intentions layered beneath it, like raspberry jam hidden between stacks of indulgent chocolate sponge. "Since you're still feeling spry, pup, a second round won't tire you out too much," Nimble hands slithered down and cupped snuggly around the pilot's chest. "Right ?" A ganache topped whisper.
Blink.
"Eh ?"