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Ever since you started dating, Caleb’s been rather… touchy. Any time he gets you alone, he’s cornering you against some surface and pressing kisses down your neck, hands gripping any flesh he can get ahold of. When his hands start wandering underneath your clothes, he’s quick to learn the patterns of your body, the spots that bring you into the clouds.
All “quickies” that he promises you turn into two rounds, and then three, like he’s trying to engrave himself into your body. They leave you sore, even with all your training as a hunter. So, when he promises to come down to Linkon to stay the weekend, you’re torn by the desire to see him and the desire for a restful weekend.
You’re filled with a sick sense of relief when you get a text from Gideon asking if he can stay the night on Saturday at your apartment. It’s underhanded, maybe, but you send a quick message saying “of course!”
It completely slips your mind to tell Caleb about the change in plans.
Caleb arrives at your apartment late in the afternoon on Friday, duffel bag over his shoulder, that distinct, yet subtle, metallic scent of Skyhaven clinging to his clothes. He’s pushing your door open, toeing off his shoes before you can even say hello. The duffel bag is dropped onto the floor with a loud thud that you’re sure your neighbors can hear.
He sweeps through your living room, wrapping you up into his arms and pressing a faint kiss to your lips. But a small kiss is never enough for you. It comes as a surprise to no one when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down for a deeper kiss. One that’s hungry and messy and leaves you craving for more when he pulls away.
“Slow down, pip-squeak. Lemme shower first. I smell like the train station and Skyhaven.” Caleb leans down, pressing a kiss to your earlobe before he whispers, “Can you prep yourself for me while I’m in there?”
You nod with heat in your cheeks.
“Perfect. I’ll meet you in your bedroom, baby.” He saunters off into the connecting bathroom in your bedroom.
You stand there, stunned into silence, before you’re making your way to your bedroom swept into his tide. Your clothes come off, messily dropped into a pile on the floor by your bed. This is always the most embarrassing part. You touch yourself, slowly, like he would if he was the one pressing inside of you, one hand coming to cup your breast and the other going down to rub between your folds.
But your hands aren’t his. They’re too smooth, not calloused enough. It’s enough to get you wet, especially as you tweak a nipple in your hand, but it’s not enough to bring you anywhere near completion. Still, you obediently press a finger inside of yourself, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as your eyes flutter closed. One finger turns into two, slowly scissoring your fingers in and out of yourself.
Your breathing gets heavier, your moans getting a bit pitchier as you feel yourself getting closer and closer but it’s never enough. Not when his hands aren’t on you and he’s not watching you come undone.
You don’t hear the bathroom door open, but you do hear his breathy voice. “Stunning.”
In shock, your eyes snap open, onto his frame, still damp, hair wet, and fully naked. He’s already half hard.
The bed dips as he puts his weight onto it, drawing closer to you. One hand moves down to where your fingers have stilled inside of you. And then he’s pushing one of his digits inside, stretching you further, watching as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. The wetness spreads across both of your fingers, resulting in the wet, squelching sound that echoes in the otherwise silent room.
“God. I could watch you do this all day, pips. Watch you spread around our fingers, listen to the way your voice crumbles as you come undo-”
Knock. Knock.
He ignores it, continuing on. “Did you get tighter? Do ya like the thought of someone walking in on us while you take both of our fing-”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It’s more insistent this time.
The two of you sigh together, both of you pulling out your fingers. “I’ll get it, pipsqueak. Just stay in bed. I’ll be back in a moment.” He presses a kiss to your temple before he rifles through your drawers for some clothes you had stolen from him.
Caleb slips the sweatpants over his half-chub, throwing a shirt that emphasizes his biceps. He closes the door behind him.
You lay, counting the seconds before he comes back. But then you hear his irritated voice echo in your hallway. “Nope, nope. Go home.”
“She told me it was fine if stayed here this weekend!”
“She was lying.”
Oh, shit. Gideon.
You scramble out of bed, throwing your clothes back on haphazardly. You spare a quick glance in the mirror before you open your door.
When they hear the creak of the door, both of their heads whip around to you. You’re stopped before you can even close the door behind you.
“Pip-squeak, tell him–”
“Can you tell Caleb that–”
They’re speaking over each other, making your head pulse in irritation. You raise a hand, silencing the two of them. “Gege, I told him it was fine to stay over this weekend.”
The triumphant smile that Gideon throws at Caleb only further spurs his anger. Caleb crosses his arms, jerking his head towards your room. “Can we talk about this real quick? Please?”
You sigh, pushing open your door and letting him enter the room first. With an apologetic smile, you look towards Gideon while Caleb stalks into the room like a petulant child. “Gideon, you know where the water is right? Help yourself. We’ll be a few minutes.”
He grunts in agreement, turning on his foot and heading towards the kitchen. You close the door behind you.
“Caleb–” You start, and abruptly stop when you see the kicked puppy expression he’s wearing.
He’s sitting on the bed, and you can practically see the way his puppy ears are tilted downwards. With a sigh, you walk over to him, situating yourself in between his legs. His head falls onto your stomach and your hands come up to pet him, soothe him.
“This is supposed to be our time, pips.” His voice is muffled as he speaks into your shirt.
You keep running your hands through his hair, even as his hands start to ride up your legs, underneath your shorts. It’s an innocent enough gesture, but you know he would take it farther if he could. “It’s just for tonight, Ge. He’ll be gone tomorrow. You can wait a day.” One day of recovery is all I need. “I think he’s going out until later tonight anyways.”
“... Fine, but he better be gone first thing tomorrow morning.”
As it turns out, Gideon has absolutely no plans tonight. “The train from Skyhaven to Linkon is too busy Saturday mornings so I just needed somewhere to stay tonight,” he says.
Caleb shoots daggers at him from across the kitchen while he makes dinner.
Once dinner is made and set down on the table, Caleb places an empty plate in front of you with a kiss to your temple. “Tell me if I made anything wrong. I took notes from the last time I made this recipe but I want to make sure it’s perfect for you.”
“What about me? Where’s my romantic kiss on the forehea–”
Caleb drops the plate in front of Gideon, completely lacking in all the care he gave you. “You can choke for all I care. Whatever gets you out of here faster.”
“That’s rude, Caleb,” you chide, exasperation evident in your voice.
“Yeah, Caleb. That’s rude. What did I ever do to you?” Gideon shoots back.
Caleb glances at you, and then back at Gideon. “I made dinner for you two, out of the kindness of my heart, and this is how you repay me?”
You hide your laugh by scooping food onto your plate.
Caleb sighs. “Behave, would you?”
“Yes, sir,” the two of you chime in unison.
After dinner, you’re hoping you can sneak off into your room and let the two of them argue about their differences. You’re placing your dishes into the sink while the two of them talk about whatever’s going on at the DAA.
With light footsteps, you’re attempting to sneak out of the kitchen, past the dining room when Gideon comes out of nowhere, tossing an arm around your shoulder.
“Where do you think you’re going, little miss? There’s this new movie on Netflix that I know the two of you will like.” He steers you to the couch with his arm.
You attempt to throw a look over your shoulder to Caleb, but you find he’s already smirking at you. “Oh? A movie, huh? Doesn’t that sound fun, pips? I’ll make the popcorn and grab some blankets.”
Traitor.
You’re placed onto the couch, Gideon taking the armchair next to you. He’s already flipping through Netflix when Caleb returns, warm popcorn in hand and two blankets. Caleb dims the lights in the living room onto their lowest settings before he tosses a blanket at Gideon. Then he tucks the two of you underneath the other.
The intro to some comedy action movie begins to blare through your speakers as Caleb places the bowl of popcorn on your lap.
An hour into the movie, Caleb’s hand is sneaking underneath the blanket, warm hand squeezing your thigh. Your breath catches in your throat as you send him a warning glare. This is risky. Gideon’s maybe… 2 feet away? The movie’s loud but it’s not loud enough to drown out the sounds of your heavy breathing.
Caleb pauses, eyebrows raising as he looks at you, squeezing one more time for confirmation.
Then, ever so slightly, you spread your legs.
He shoots a cocky grin at you, like he knew you’d give into him. He redirects his attention onto the screen, fingers trailing up your thigh, up your shorts, pinky teasing the edge of your underwear.
You keep your breath as steady as possible, to the point where you’re holding it, hands gripping onto the blanket. His pinky starts to rub slow circles against your clit, and suddenly the movie’s forgotten, images simply flitting on the screen while you try to keep your voice down.
“Hey.”
Your head shoots up to meet Gideon’s inquisitive gaze.
Caleb’s hand doesn’t stop.
Your heart is pounding in your ears.
“Can you guys share the popcorn?”
You exhale, hand coming to extend the bowl towards him. Caleb takes that moment to press a finger past your entrance. The bowl slips out of your grasp just as Gideon grabs it.
“Are you okay? You’re pretty red. Do you have a fever or somethi–”
Caleb interrupts him. “She’s fine. Probably just hot underneath the blanket. Do you want me to take it off for you?”
You shake your head rapidly. “No, no I’m okay. Don’t worry.”
The moment Gideon shrugs and shifts his attention back to the movie, Caleb’s pushing another finger inside of you, spreading you thoroughly. It leaves you dizzy, clutching at your blanket like it’s a lifeline. You’re close, tears prickling at your eyes and you throw Caleb a pitying look, a beg for him to either let you cum or to stop. Instead, he just slows down, gently coaxing you off the peak. And then he does it again. And again.
Eventually, you hear the snores coming from your left.
You sigh, dropping your head onto the back of the couch with a faint, whispered, “Please.”
There’s a small, cruel laugh, until Caleb leaning back to whisper into your ear. “You know I can’t say no to you when you’re so… eager.”
With that, he’s sliding his sweatpants down just enough to pull out his cock, which is already standing at attention. His hand moves up and down in slow pumps. “Shorts off, pips.”
Again, you nod, slipping your shorts off from underneath your blanket. He manhandles you onto his lap, doing his best to keep you covered as much as possible with his blanket. Caleb takes your mouth with his own as he lets you sink onto his cock. If he wasn’t swallowing all of your sounds, you’re sure Gideon would have heard the way that you moaned.
There’s the familiar feeling of weightlessness again, lifting you off of his length, and then it disappears, dropping you back onto his cock. Your head falls onto his shoulder, mouth coming to bite down on his collarbone to keep yourself from making any sounds that could wake up Gideon.
“Good girl, keep quiet for me, yeah? Wouldn’t want him to hear the pretty way you beg, right?” His voice is low, husky. But no matter how quiet the two of you are, the squelches from him moving in and out of you bounce off the walls of the room.
Still, he doesn’t stop.
You’re close, quiet punched out moans still escaping your lips. His evol is doing all the work for both of you, before it suddenly drops you all the way down his length.
“Tsk. Pip-squeak. I told you to keep quiet or else you’d wake him up.”
You drag your mouth off him, question on your lips while you pull back to look at him, dazed. “What do you–”
“Oh.”
Gideon’s voice snaps you out of your haze, head turning to look at him again. There’s that distant fog in his gaze, the one that you get when you first wake up in a new place. He rubs his eyes, like he’s still asleep, like he’s trying to wipe the dream out of his eyes.
Caleb thrusts up into you one more time, pulling a shocked moan from your mouth. You clench around him, hands gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck.”
You don’t know who made the sound first, but one look at both of them and you know it really could have been either man.
“Tell me to stop,” Caleb whispers into your ear, “and I’ll stop the whole show. We’ll pretend he was just dreaming and we can just go to bed. Just say the word, baby.”
His hand is trailing up and down your back, and his cock is twitching inside of you. You know he doesn’t want to stop.
Neither do you.
You pull yourself off Caleb, a slick squelch echoing in the room, before you’re sitting yourself back down onto him, this time facing the TV instead of the wall. The wetness between your legs is unbearable, your head fuzzy from how riled up you’ve been all day. Your eyes meet Gideon’s as you speak.
“Watch me. Please?”
Gideon gulps, eyes flitting down to wear you end and Caleb starts. “Y-Yeah I can do that.”
Caleb clears his throat, and Gideon’s eyes snap back up to his. “You can touch yourself. And if you behave, if you can last longer than she can, I’ll let you have a taste. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir. Crystal.”
“Good boy.” He nods towards Gideon, and then he’s pulling you up off of his cock with his hands on your hips, and dropping you back down, no evol this time. Just the feeling of skin on skin and the normal gravity that always grounds you.
You watch as Gideon pulls his own length out of his jeans, hand squeezing the base before he slowly starts to pump up and down, keeping the same pace as Caleb does with each thrust.
Gideon gets lucky. You were close before Gideon woke up and now, after being edged all day, you’re practically bouncing up on down, desperate for release. Each time he presses fully inside of you, a gasp is wrenched from your throat. “G-Gonna cum,” you whisper into the room, for both men to hear.
Caleb’s mouthing onto the place your shoulder meets your neck, an almost imperceptible nod as he does so. One hand snakes down to your cunt, pressing another finger inside. And with that, you come undone.
Your body shakes as pleasure washes over you in waves, stronger than it ever has before. Maybe it’s from the edging, maybe it’s from the two pairs of eyes on you. But either way, it leaves you breathless, dizzy. For a few moments, you drift off somewhere else, your body compliant as it’s used like a toy.
When you come to, there’s a sting on the junction between your shoulders and neck, and, based on the way Caleb’s mouthing at it lazily, it’s a new bite mark from him. At some point, he had pressed another finger into your cunt, practically using it to hold you in place while he fucks into you.
Your head drifts over to Gideon, and you can see he’s furiously pumping into his own hand, the tip an angry red, dripping and coating his slide.
Another moan is pulled out of you, the only sound you can make at this point.
“Ah, there’s my baby. You okay? Ready for more?” He’s talking to you, but it’s loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
You nod, dazed.
”Gideon,” Caleb chirps, finally addressing him directly again. “Come help me stretch her out.”
Stretch you ou–
“Stretch her out?” Gideon voice echoes your confusion. Nevertheless, he crawls on his hands and knees over to where the two of you are connected.
You feel Caleb nod against your back.
“Press a finger right into here.” You can feel Caleb scissor his fingers as his hips finally still in their movement.
“Nngh…”
Gideon looks up at you, and gulps. “Oh my God. Okay. Just– like this?”
One more finger is pressed inside of you and, wow. You’ve never felt so stretched out, so full before. Caleb wraps an arm around your waist to stop you from squirming on his lap.
“J-Just like that,” Caleb’s breathing is stuttered, his hips jolting in aborted thrusts. Slowly, the two of them start to move their fingers in and out of you.
“Ffffuck.” You moan out, hands flailing, trying to find something to grip onto to stabilize yourself from atop Caleb’s lap. What you find is Gideon’s shoulders while you grind down against both of their fingers. “M-More, please.”
Gideon’s breath brushes against your clit, sending shivers down your spine as he watches all three fingers alternate from being inside of you. His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks. “Can I–”
Caleb nods, groans out permission. “Make my baby feel good, yeah?”
Another whispered, “Yes, sir.” A flat, warm tongue licks up from where the fingers meet inside of you, all the way to your clit where it sucks oh so gently. You thrash in Caleb’s arms, hips moving down to take more of them inside of you.
Caleb lets out a choked laugh. “Someone’s greedy, aren’t ya, pip-squeak?”
All you can do is moan in response.
You feel Caleb nudge his head forward, signaling Gideon to move back as the two of them pull out their fingers. You almost sob at the emptiness. “Condom. No kissing,” Caleb warns.
There’s a moment of silence as you hear the rustling of clothes, the opening of a wallet. And then you feel it. Gideon nudges his cock at your entrance while Caleb pulls back so that only half of him stays inside of you.
“Holy shit,” is all you can say once the head finally breaches you. Your vision goes white as your body struggles to accommodate the two men. They’re both pushing in, far past your limits and then even more. Your hand comes to rest just below your belly button, feeling how full you are. Gideon’s smaller than Caleb, sure. But he’s wider, thicker, and it’s stretching you even further than you’ve ever been.
All that can be heard in the room is the sound of your heavy breathing in sync, while the two of them bottom out inside of you, finally. They give you a moment, a brief respite, before Gideon’s slowly pulling out again, drawing a moan from all three of you.
Gideon is moving in earnest now, thrusting in and out of you. One of Caleb’s hands grips onto your hips, the other coming to move your face to a place where he can kiss you, press his tongue into your mouth and devour you. Gideon stabilizes himself on the wall behind the two of you, hips snapping back and forth.
There’s a hand on your breast, tweaking your nipple, as Gideon takes the other one in his mouth, laving it with his tongue. His thumb is circling around your clit. Caleb swallows the moans that leave your mouth as he slowly starts to thrust into you. It’s clumsy at first, but eventually both men find their rhythm, alternating so that there’s always someone keeping you full, always one man fully pressed inside of you.
Skin slides on skin as their hands wander, each touch electrifying your body and leaving you reeling. There’s a high pitched whining and you’re not sure if it’s you or if it’s Gideon as he falls apart in front of you. Caleb’s pressing open mouthed kisses up and down your neck, in any part of skin that he can reach. It’s no surprise that your orgasm comes quicker, each thrust pressing against your cervix and your g-spot all at once.
When your orgasm hits, you feel yourself clamp down on both men, both of their heads falling onto you. Gideon releases into the condom that Caleb forced him to wear, while Caleb shoots spurt after spurt straight into you. It feels like it lasts for hours, entire body tensing until you finally go limp in both of their arms.
Gideon’s the first one to move, pulling out with a wince and a low groan as he ties off his condom and leaves to go throw it in the trash.
Caleb gently lifts you off of him and onto the couch, tossing the blanket over you as he goes to pour a glass of water in the kitchen.
The two discuss something in there, in low tones that your exhausted body can’t pick up. You try to stay awake, to listen in on their conversation, but you succumb to sleep, not even waking when you’re picked up and brought to bed.