Cw For Somno And Dubcon (and Implied Pseudocest Bc Caleb)

cw for somno and dubcon (and implied pseudocest bc caleb)

sharing a bed with caleb and you happen to wake up before him. you take the opportunity to study his face (not like you don't already have every little detail memorized) and the slope of his neck and his broad shoulders. your hand rests over his heart, feeling the steady beat that your own is mirroring.

you should be content with this quiet moment. but you're not. you've always been curious about what you aren't allowed to see. and when your hand trails down his chest, feeling the firm muscle underneath his thin shirt, excitement begins to flood your veins.

morning wood. exactly what you were hoping for. it's wrong — not only because he's asleep and you're taking advantage of him in this vulnerable state, but also because he's like a brother to you. but you really, really want to know.

your fingers are featherlight as you gently brush them along the bulge, your eyes constantly flickering between his crotch and his expression, watching for any sign of him stirring. even with just this, you can tell that he's big. you had a hunch based off other times you've been able to sneak glances and when he's worn those gray sweats that make him unfairly attractive. his dick print always looked impressive.

carefully, you pull down the waistband of his pants, your heart pounding in your chest when caleb groans softly. still asleep. guilt swirls in your stomach and you know you should stop but you're too close to do anything other than continue.

after what feels like an eternity, you manage to shimmy his pants down enough for his heavy cock to be freed. it twitches under your gaze, still semi soft and absolutely mouth watering. your mind immediately begins to wonder how it would feel on your tongue. what it would taste like, the sounds caleb would make as you take more and more of his length down your throat, if you would even be able to get it all in your mouth.

with another glance to his peaceful expression to ensure he didn't wake up, your fingertips graze along his velvety soft shaft. he reacts beautifully — eyebrows furrowing slightly, hips jerking forward as if chasing your touch, and lips parting to take in a shaky breath. it's a sight and experience that you could easily get addicted to.

your touches get bolder, driven by a deep seated desire and hunger. your thumb swipes over his slit, gathering a small drop of precum before you gently swirl it on his tip, testing how far you can go.

you know you're playing with fire, every touch adding fuel to the flame that threatens to burn you alive. so when caleb groans softly, his dick twitching under your hand, you decide to stop pressing your luck.

caleb hides his disappointment as you carefully tuck him back into his pants, eyes staying closed and hoping his heartbeat will slow down before you realize just how fast it's racing from your curiosity.