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“We’re almost there,” you whisper, hoping your words are enough to keep the man beside you awake and moving.
His sweaty arm lies cast over your shoulder, where you take the brunt of his weight as his feet move sluggishly across the ground. God this man, he’d thrown himself right in front of you, taking the hit from the wanderer the two of you had been fighting.
He was too good for his own good, and too…too stupid as well. But it was endearing, his sense of justice and overall joy from simply hunting made him one of your favorite people to fight with.
“You could’ve just left me there you know,” he mumbles, his head drooping further. “I don’t wanna make this harder for you.”
You roll your eyes, having heard this already two times in the ten minutes you’d been dragging his ass across through Linkon. “Valko, you can barely walk. As if I would leave you there. Besides, my house isn’t too far. So just, be quiet and let me help you before I throw you completely over my shoulder.”
The threat has no weight to it, you’re struggling now to support his muscular build with your own sore muscles and battered body, and the man knows it, but he stops his complaining anyhow.
You peek over at him, allowing yourself to see the way his face has twisted in pain. You can only imagine what each step forwards feels like. God, he was so handsome, even like this. You shake that thought from your head, guilt festering in your gut. How could you be thinking something like this when the man is literally bleeding over your shoulder.
“It’ll be ok,” you say, once your front door comes into view. “I’ll run a bath for you, we’ll clean your wounds and I’ll have Caleb make you something to eat.”
Caleb could do anything, Caleb could fix this. You’d relied on him since the two of you had been kids. Whenever anything went wrong, you knew Caleb would be the one to help make it right. It was one of the things you loved about him. No matter how many times you messed up, failed or thought you had destroyed something, Caleb was always there, with a teasing smile. You loved him, god, you probably loved him more than you could ever have even imagined being possible.
Valko nods along listening until you mention Caleb’s name. His ears perk up on the top of his head and he opens his mouth to speak but your front door is already opening.
“Pips, what the hell it’s so late I was about to-“ Caleb freezes, his face which has already twisted with concern, twists further. “Uhm. We have company?”
You barrel past Caleb, struggling to drag Valko through the threshold. “Caleb, this is Valko. We-uhm-work together sometimes. He got hurt and he can’t go to the hospital so,” you shrug, dragging the bleeding man through your pristine living room. The two of you crash into the table at the entryway, knocking over a vase and a bowl of fake apples onto the floor.
“Sorry,” Valko mutters, glancing back at Caleb.
“Pips-“
“Could you make something for him?” You ask, stepping over the mess, while Valko crushes several of the faux fruit.
“Pip,” Caleb lifts his hand following behind you.
“I’m going to run him a bath, and see how bad the damage is and-“
“Y/N!”
You pause, turning around to face Caleb, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“First, you’re dragging blood all over the carpet,” he says, with an exasperated laugh. “Second,” he snaps his fingers and Valko’s feet lift from the floor, his evol levitating him.
The relief from your shoulder is instant and you roll it once, twice for good measure. “Go change, you’re also covered in blood,” he says, offering you a polite smile. “I’ll handle the…” he gestures vaguely to Valko and you nod once stiffly, before falling into an actual nod.
“Right, thank you. Valko you’re in great hands, promise. Caleb can fix literally anything.” And you mean it. He literally can.
Caleb seems to straighten, his chest puffing with your compliment. “Go, Pips. I got this.”
Valko though, now floating slightly through the air, looks between the two of you, eyebrows furrowed. “Go, Y/n. Really. I’m fine,” He grunts, smiling at you too.
“Ok, if you’re sure.”
You turn, heading towards your own personal bathroom. It doesn’t take too long to scrub the day off of you, though you’re slightly alarmed at the way the water runs slightly pink across the linoleum of the tub.
Once you’re out and freshly changed, you find Valko slumped against the couch groaning softly with his eyes closed. Caleb however, is nowhere to be found.
“Hey, how are you doing?” You ask, sitting beside him and looking over his arms and chest where he had previously been bleeding from.
He opens his eyes, looking over you for a moment before shrugging. “Better. The bath helped, and so did whatever your brother put on me. He’s uhm…very protective of you huh?”
“Brother?” You ask, before your cheeks darken. “Caleb?”
Valko nods, but when he notices the look on your face he cringes slightly. “I just
assumed with the way he had talked about you. Threatened the fuck outta me for putting you in danger and—sorry. Is he not…”
You snort, shaking your head before your face twists slightly. “No he’s not—well, not biologically and not really…not legally either, or anymore…?because our guardian—He’s not my brother, but it’s complicated.” is what you decide on.
“No it’s not. I’m the most important person in her life, right Pips. That’s what you told
me at least, and that’s all that really matters.” Caleb returns with a bright smile on his face, apron tied around his waist and two bowls of something steaming.
Your cheeks darken and you look back towards Valko who’s staring at Caleb with an expression that you can’t quite understand. His eyebrows are drawn together in a tight line as Caleb hands him the bowl. Valko winces slightly and Caleb's smile deepens as he pushes it further into his hands.
“Careful. It’s hot,” he says, eyes shifting from Valko’s to yours. He wraps the bowl in a towel before gently placing it into your hands. “How are you feeling? Did you get hurt at all?”
You roll your eyes at Caleb’s childish antics, before you shrug, and take the bowl, looking down at it. “Not as bad as him. I’m fine,” you say. “Just a few scratches.”
“And you still carried me?” Valko asks, leaning down into your space despite the look he receives from Caleb. He presses his nose into your neck, skimming it up the side and your cheeks begin to burn. “You said you were fine,” he mumbles against your skin. His hand moves from the bowl to your bare thigh as he leans in closer and your brain begins to swirl. “You should have told me. I would’ve figured it out.” He squeezes gently, his nails digging into your soft skin as he continues to nuzzle the space in between your neck and jaw.
“I was fine, really I—” You meet Caleb's eyes and they’ve darkened considerably. “I-It’s not—It’s normal for him, not because we’re you know, it doesn’t, Caleb I swear,” You say, unsure how to explain it away. You can’t exactly tell Caleb that he’s a werewolf so he’s able to tell exactly how you’re feeling with one sniff but you can see the way Calebs mind is turning over every single interaction of the night.
“Y/n,” Caleb says, looking down at you, his smile unwavering despite the lack of light shining in his violet eyes. “Shouldn’t we call his family to come and get him now?” He asks, sitting down in between the two of you, forcing Valko to scoot to one side and you the other.
Valko looks up, his eyes slightly glazed over from his brief scenting, before he shakes his head, as though physically removing himself from whatever daze he’d been in.
“I told him he could stay the night,” You admit. “It’s so late, I just want him to get some rest. He’s my friend,” you say, blinking up at him. “Please.”
Caleb finally frowns, his eyes flashing away before he groans. “Stop with the puppy eyes, fine. It’s your house, but,” he looks over, eyes narrowed. “Keep your nose to yourself,” he says.
Valko snorts. “Didn’t you just say this was her house. I believe she’ll be the one to tell me to stay away,” he laughs. You can feel Caleb stiffen from beside you and you grab his hand.
“Both of you knock it off,” you sigh, taking a spoonful of your soup. “This is really good Gege,” you mumble, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Thank you. I know you’re supposed to be on vacation right now. You shouldn’t have to be cooking,” you say, looking up at him.
Caleb throws an arm over your shoulder, and presses a long kiss to your head. “Anything for you Pipsqueak. I like taking care of you, don’t sweat it.”
You beam up at him before leaning over his lap and looking at Valko. “How’s the soup?”
“It’s fine,” he says, shrugging. You watch the way his hands shake as he eats and you notice the large bruise and rapidly healing cut against his forearm. You know being a werewolf helps him heal faster than most, but you can tell he’s still in pain.
You place the bowl on the coffee table and stand, moving over to where Valko is still struggling to eat. With Caleb sitting in the center of the couch, it doesn’t leave much room for you to sit so instead, you plop down onto Caleb's lap. It wasn’t the first time you’d sat on his lap, you’d done it dozens of times. In the car when growing up, playing videogames, sharing seats at dinners. It was second nature at this point, and Caleb seems to feel the same way as his hands automatically find your hips.
“Stop, you’re shaking.” You take the bowl from Valko's hand and scoop up a spoonful, blowing on it gently. “Here.” You offer it to him, pausing directly ahead of his lips.
You can’t help but laugh at the way his cheeks darken and he shakes his head. “No way, I can feed myself fine,” He says, his eyes flickering to Calebs. Just what had Caleb threatened him with? You suddenly regret showering, maybe you should’ve stayed with them. You know how protective Caleb could be, and how…morally…ambiguous he often was.
“Valko,” you scold, watching the way he recoils. You’re sure if he still had his ears they’d be flat against his head. “Your hands are shaking. Let me feed you,” You say and you know he has no choice, your words often seem to be law when he’s involved. You’re sure it’s some kind of werewolf thing, but you’ve never pushed, you hadn’t needed to. He’d always seemed rather willing to listen anyway.
“Pips, he’s a grown man, he can feed himself,” Caleb grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pressing his face to your side. “He doesn’t need you doting on him.”
“Caleb, you’d do the same for me,” You say looking down at him.
“Yeah well that’s different. I like taking care of you.”
“Well, maybe I like taking care of him,” you say, placing another spoonful of soup into Valko's mouth.
“You can’t be serious,” Caleb says, looking truly appalled. Valko laughs breathily, swallowing before looking down at Caleb.
“What did you say earlier, you’re the most important person in her life?” He smirks, leaning down and taking another bite, flashing his canines at your childhood friend.
“I am,” Caleb says through gritted teeth.
“You are, you both are, you’re both important to me, now would you two stop arguing. For me? I had hoped that you two would be friends, you’re a lot more alike than you think,” You say. Caleb narrows his eyes, tightening his grip on your waist.
“Take that back,” Caleb grunts.
“She’s insulting one of us, I’m just not sure which one yet.”
Caleb gives Valko an exasperated look that definitely says that he’s the one being insulted, not Valko. “You can’t possibly be comparing me to some guy you met hunting wanderers,” Caleb mutters, kissing your wrist.
“I-I’m not the one doing the comparing you guys are,” you say, stiffening. Valko meets your gaze, and takes the bowl from your hand.
“But I am, aren't I?” he asks, dropping the bowl onto the table beside him. “I’m just as important to you despite our short time together,” He asks, leaning to breathe in your scent again, grazing his nose just below your ear.
“Would you two—You’re both important to me ok? Why does it have to be a competition and-” You jump when you feel Valko lean in closer.
“Valko,” Caleb growls, his hand sliding beneath your shirt, skimming against your bare skin just below your bra.
“Caleb,” he challenges, nuzzling beneath your jaw. “I haven’t done anything.”
“I can see that, lets keep it that way,” Caleb says, not bothering to meet Valkos eyes.
“You’re awfully tense, you know that?
“I’m deciding whether or not I should throw you through the wall.”
“With Y/n between us?”
Caleb grins, his eyes darkening. “I’d aim around her,”
Valko rolls his eyes, smile widening. “What do you think puppy, want me to stop?”
Puppy? Your cheeks blaze as you turn to him. You open your mouth, but all that you’re able to get out is a strangled gasp as Valko’s teeth bite down onto the soft flesh of your shoulder. It’s too much, Caleb’s hands, Valko’s mouth.
“You’re supposed to be recovering,” you say softly, but that only pulls a soft laugh from the werewolf.
“That wasn’t a yes,” he murmurs.
“It wasn’t a no either,” Caleb says, hand sliding further up, grazing the underside of your breast.
“Caleb,” you scold, jolting in his lap. What the hell was going on?
“Pips,” he matches your tone, eyes sweeping up to yours. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, dragging your hand to his lip, tongue swiping over your digits. “Tell us to stop.”
You’re not sure what to say. You know you should tell them to stop, tell them to go to bed, but you’re not entirely sure you want to. Caleb had been your best friend since you were children, you’d danced around this line for as long as you can remember. The game of should we shouldn’t we. You’d spent countless days and nights playing games, cuddling, and teasing each other. Never too close, never too far. You’d always imagined what it would be like to have Caleb all to yourself, it has been the subject of one too many wet dreams.
And Valko, while the two of you had only known each other for a few months the werewolf had really grown on you. Several nights he’d popped in on you, asking you to take him in for the night. Nothing had happened, but he’d always been clingy, clingier than any of your other friends. He’d broken several of your knickknacks, gone through your bookshelves, and somehow had always fallen asleep wrapped around you on the couch.
“I…can’t,” you murmur, meeting his eyes.
“Then don’t,” Valko rumbles. “Tell us to stay, tell us what feels good,” he says, nipping at your ear.
Caleb moves, pulling your shirt over your head, cutting the contact from Valko’s lips to your skin. You yelp slightly, arms moving to slide free from the fabric.
“Woopse,” he smirks, dropping your shirt on Valkos face before returning to your side, pressing his lips to your skin beneath your bra now.
Valko, unperturbed however, presses your shirt to his nose, rubbing the fabric against his face with a groan. He tosses the shirt to the side, before attacking your neck again, this time with his teeth. “I’ve actually decided,” Valko huffs, soothing the burning skin where his teeth have left a mark. You can feel his smile against your skin as he speaks, hands pressing to your chest. “That I‘m not waiting for you to pretend you don’t want it,” he laughs, shoving you down onto the couch.
You topple onto Caleb's lap, your head smacking against his lower abdomen, as his legs spread to make space for you. Valko grins down at you from above, bracing himself with one hand to your left and the other splayed across the entirety of your abdomen.
“Watch it,” Caleb growls, cradling your head gently. His hands leave trails of tingles as he drags them down your neck and over your shoulders, under your arms and finally to your breasts where he squeezes two tight handfuls.
You gasp, dropping your head back further against him shocked gaze meeting his own. You should shove them off, you know you should. Tomorrow, tomorrow when you wake up, you're not entirely sure what it will look like, but you can’t bring yourself to tell them to stop. Not when you’ve wanted it for so long.
“Watch it,” Valko mocks, grinning at Caleb from above you before trailing his hand down to your hips. “She’s not telling me to watch it. I think she likes it, right puppy? You like it?” Valko asks before he tears your skirt in one go, not waiting for an answer as claws slicing through the fabric like butter..
You hide your face in Caleb's thigh whimpering when his hands squeeze at your chest. “I like it,” you admit, much to Caleb's chagrin. “I don’t want either of you to stop,” you say, pushing your chest further into Caleb's hands.
“You hear that Caleb, I guess we’ll have to work together then,” Valko smiles, pushing himself up and you nearly choke on your spit when his ears and tail spring free.
“Don’t say my name so casually,” Caleb says, not paying mind to the big reveal. Instead, he drags you further up, and onto your knees. Your heart pounds in your chest as Caleb's thumb runs over your bottom lip. “Ask me to kiss you,” he tells you, tilting his head to the side.
Your head is spinning, too much is going on and you can’t decide what to say first. Should you tell Valko he’s way too comfortable right now? Should you tell Caleb about him? Should you just ask Caleb to kiss you?
You don’t get a chance to think too hard on it because Caleb shoves his thumb between your lips and presses down on your tongue. You make a strangled sound that has Valko groaning behind you.
“I’m getting impatient,”
“Kiss me,” you plead, though it comes out garbled with his thumb holding down your tongue.
You love that look on Caleb face. It’s your favorite. That line between confidence and arrogance, with a hint of something a bit more unhinged, it has your knees weak.
“Good girl,” he whispers, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. When you had imagined your first kiss with Caleb, and hell had you imagined every possible scenario, this had been the one thing your brain had never been able to conjure up. And fuck, you wish it had because you were so turned on now you aren’t sure what to do.
“Hey, don’t leave me out of this,” Valko whines and you feel the sofa shift behind you. You turn your head to look, but Caleb's forceful grip tightens on your jaw keeping you trained on him.
“Don’t look at him, look at me,” Caleb says, turning your face from side to side. “He’s got it.”
You yelp against Caleb's lips when Valkos left hand lifts you up, dragging your underwear down with his right hand before dropping you back down on the sofa. Sometimes you’re amazed by the strength of the werewolf. He could lift you entirely with one hand, probably three of you if he really wanted to. It makes the already coiled space in your lower belly tighten even further.
Caleb nips at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue against the tender spot making your vision fuzzy and bringing you out of your little daze.
Kissing Caleb was addictive. He kisses exactly how you thought he would, desperate and needy, but somehow still in charge. He makes a sound low in his throat and it drives you mad, sending a flash of pleasure straight to your core. Your knees nearly buckle but instead of dropping, you're suddenly lifted again and when you’re lowered back down it’s not onto the sofa.
“V-Valko!” You cry, words swallowed by Caleb's mouth as the werewolf, now positioned directly beneath you, swipes his tongue along your slit.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Just like I thought you would,” he whimpers, large hands moving to grip your hips and shove you down harder onto his face. “Sit, don’t hover,” he growls.
You’re about to argue but Caleb's evol shoves your legs down into the sofa on either side of Valko's head and you cry out against his lips. “See Pip, we can get along,” Caleb smiles, grabbing a fistful of your hair.
You’re trapped, squirming against the two men as Caleb’s evol keeps you seated in place. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Valko canines poke the sensitive skin between your thighs and he sucks roughly on your clit. All you can do is cling to Caleb and moan against his lips as the pleasure surges through you with each flick of the werewolves tongue.
Caleb kisses you harder, teeth clacking and noses smacking as Valko continues his assault. Your toes clench as the pressure begins to build inside of you, a sharp buzzing in between your thighs and you make a pathetic sound in your attempt to speak. “I-I’m gonna,” you whimper against Caleb's mouth and he laughs, low and soft.
“I know.” With a harsh pinch to your nipple you cum on Valko's tongue, squirming and crying into Caleb's mouth as he massages your tender breasts in his hands.
“What is it Pip, what do you need?” Caleb asks, and you want to knock that condescending tone right off of his tongue. You have a love hate relationship with his teasing, but you’d never admit the way his words have you soaked. “Can’t handle it, or do you need more?”
Valko turns his head to the side biting at your thigh sending a jolt of pain to your spine. “I think she needs more,” He grins, sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Ask for it, what do you want Y/n?”
God, was Caleb trying to kill you?
“You talk too much,” Valko huffs. “I know exactly what she wants.” His thick fingers waste no time in sliding into you. The intrusion is so sudden that you collapse against Calebs chest, moaning against him as Valko uses your already drenched folds to set a brutal pace with his fingers.
“Do you enjoy being insufferable, or does it just come naturally?” Caleb scoffs.
Valko chuckles, brushing his lips against your hips, his golden eyes flashing back to meet Calebs. “Both I think. You must really like hearing yourself talk. You’re still yapping and I’m actually touching her.”
“Would you two kn-knock it off!” You scold, reaching up and pinching Caleb’s nose. “Are you both more-” You pause, moaning against Caleb’s chest when Valko adds a third finger, before finishing. “—interested in winning your little argument or-” Or what. What’s the goal here? What were you even doing? You look up at Caleb, cheeks flushed and chest heaving and his smile softens, but his eyes remain dark and focused on you.
“You’re right Pips,” Caleb says, standing. Valko, obviously sensing a shift in the dynamic, slowly slides his fingers from you before nuzzling his face against the skin on your thigh. “I don’t really care what the Mutt has to say.”
“Dick,” Valko huffs, crossing his arms.
You lift your head meeting Caleb's gaze and when you do, ice crawls over the back of your neck and down your spine. Your feet lift from the ground and you scramble for a second before you’re floating on your back, neck straining to meet Caleb's dark gaze. “We shouldn’t leave you feeling neglected.”
He positions himself at your thighs, spreading them and stepping into your space. Your eyes track his movement as he removes his shirt and undoes his belt in one smooth movement. “I’ll make the decision for you then, yeah? Valko says he thinks you need more, and I hate to agree with a stray but…” His hand strokes your bare thigh. “I think you need us both.”
Valko perks up with Caleb's words, shirt already lost amongst the pile of clothes as he
comes up by your head. You lean into Valko's hand, swallowing the lump growing in your throat as you meet Caleb's eyes again.
“Still yapping,” Valko snorts, slapping his cock against the side of your face. You close your eyes, whimpering in anticipation at the sheer size of Valko. You were going to be so sore in the morning.
Caleb doesn’t respond this time, instead his voice is directed on you. “Open your mouth Y/n,” he commands, and you moan at the tone he uses. It’s reserved for his men, when he’s Colonel Caleb and not your childhood friend Caleb, but the authority in his voice does something to you. You drop your head upside down and part your lip, relaxing your jaw just enough for Valko to be able to slide in.
He hisses, pushing himself as far as your throat allows before pulling back. “Fuck, your mouth feels great,” he groans, throwing his head back and brushing your cheek with his thumb.
“Hear that Pips,” Caleb says, his fingers digging into your soft thighs. Valko keeps your head steady as Caleb keeps you levitated with his Evol, meaning—you swallow, closing your eyes tightly—you're at their complete mercy.
You expect Caleb to ease you into it, maybe use his fingers to stretch you out, but instead you let out a strangled cry as he thrusts hard and fast. “Good girl, taking me so well. Taking us both so well,” he says, his voice strained. He hits you in just the right spot that sends pleasure scorching through your nerves.
“Relax puppy,” Valko calloused hands continue to brush your aching jaw gently. “You’re so tense. Gonna make me cum with how hard you’re sucking,” he grunts.
His words go straight to your core and you clench around Caleb as he begins pistoning his hips forwards. Every thrust forces Valko's cock further down your throat, and every time Valko pushes forwards it forces you harder onto Caleb.
It’s so much your brain feels like it’s being fried.
“Maybe you’re not as in tune to her as you thought you were,” Caleb smirks, shoving into you harshly and you cry out around Valko’s cock.
Valko growls under his breath, narrowing his eyes and baring his fangs. “I’m the one who’s got her drooling. See, she relaxed.”
“She’s not relaxed. She’s so fucking tight, squeezing me even harder now.”
“It’s ‘cuz she feels good,” Valko rolls his eyes. “Thanks to me.”
Caleb laughs, dry and low. “Sure.”
You swat at Valko's leg to shut him up. Your hope of them ever getting along is nearly nonexistent now, but you don’t really care. You’d never admit it, but their little competition makes your heart race.
You can’t speak, you can’t even move, all you can do is take deep breaths through your nose and whimper around Valko’s thick cock. Every thrust from either end sends shockwaves through your body, tingling in your fingers and toes. You’re lucky you can’t speak because you know all that would come out of your mouth would be a babbling mess of incoherent words.
Valko twitches in your mouth, making you gag slightly before he pulls out and gives himself a few pumps as Caleb's evol lifts you up.
Still inside of you, Caleb grabs your thighs and you cling to him, burying your face into his neck. “There’s my pretty girl, you did so well. Can you hold on for us?”
“Yes,” you choke, swallowing around the discomfort in your throat.
You feel Caleb move, nodding his head before another pair of hands comes to grab at your thighs. Valko’s hard chest presses to your back and you turn your head slightly.
“What are you—” A loud, high-pitched sound careens from your throat as Valko's cock forces its way inside of you alongside Calebs. It burns as he slowly slides it in and you squirm in Calebs grip. Every milimeter feels too much, too intense you arch your back for any kind of relief. Tears prick at your eyes and you attempt to blink them away as the two men shift you around.
“You can take it,” Valko chuckles, hands rubbing reassuring circles into your thighs.
“W-wait!” You squeak, face pressed to Caleb's shoulder. “I-I can’t. You- it’s too much please, w-Ah!”
Both men laugh softly, allowing you a moment to adjust to the intrusion as Valko seats himself halfway. You had thought you were full before, but this, this was something you’d never experienced. Every nerve in your body feels as though it’s alight, burning and sparking just below your skin.
“There you go Puppy, told you you could take it,” Valko whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.
Tears streak your face as Caleb shifts his hips slightly and he coo’s condescendingly at your reaction. “What’s wrong, Pips, can’t handle it?”
“Oh she can handle it,” Valko huffs out a laugh before lifting you up and dropping you down on both of them.
Your mouth falls open in a permanent O as the sparks turn to full on explosions throughout your body. It’s good. Too good. You fear you’ve been ruined for anyone else, or anything else.
Valkos shoulder feels firm behind your head as you lean backwards, eyes clenched shut. “Just let go,” he says, hands holding you firmly. “We’ve got you, just feel it.”
They both move in tandem after that and all you can do is let your body go and hold on for the ride. Almost immediately, the pressure begins to build at the base of your spine for the second time of the night and you cry out, looking up teary eyes at Caleb.
“Gege,” You whimper and his face darkens several shades.
“I know Pips, I know you can do it,” he soothes, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Cum for us baby.”
It’s as though his word is law. Your orgasm tears through you, body shaking and eyes squeezing tightly shut. A stream of sounds leaves your mouth, praising, begging, crying for these men to have mercy on your already sensitive body.
“You’re not done Puppy,” Valko laughs. “Not until we say you are.”
“You’re doing so well, you can hold on a little longer,” Caleb agrees.
They’re finally getting along, and it’s to torment you. Caleb lips reconnect with yours as Valko presses sloppy wet kisses to your neck, biting and sucking at the already abused skin. Calebs tongue slides against your own, and you groan into his mouth as they begin alternating rhythms.
“Fuck, I’m-” Valko groans and Caleb makes a sound of agreement. It’s blinding, the pleasure that tears through you as both men release, filling not only your body but your ears with the beautiful mix of their moans and whimpers.
Caleb makes a soft sound into your mouth, crying out your name like you're the only thing that can save him while Valko curses, hot and heavy into your neck. It’s too much, so much that it pulls another orgasm from you and you sit in their arms, shivering and shaking from your release.
“You ok?” Valko asks, nuzzling you once more, this time peppering soft kisses to your hot and sweat slicked skin. You manage a nod, but you want to say you’re better than good, you’re amazing but you’ll have to wait for your body to calm down.
Valko’s the first to pull out, a low groan leaving all of you as he does so. Caleb keeps you cradled to his chest, heading towards the bathroom and to your delight and surprise, he nods for Valko to follow.
“I didn’t think I’d be bringing home two puppies,” you tease, looking up at Valko when he matches your stride.
“Stop comparing me to the mutt,” Caleb sighs, but there’s no bite in his words right now, not even as he transfers you over to said ‘mutt’.
“You’re the real puppy here,” Valko laughs, leaning down and kissing you softly. You kiss him back, relaxing into his abnormally warm arms as Caleb starts the shower. He kisses differently from Caleb, rougher, sloppier, but still just as good.
“Alright, alright,” Caleb grunts, crossing his arms. “Get her in the shower.”
“Round two?” Valko asks, raising an eyebrow and both you and Caleb laugh, smacking him. “What, is that a no?”