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"I wouldn't want to take advantage of you, doctor." You say through a hushed hum against the base of his neck. His fingers are too cold for your hot skin, but you arch right into them all the same. The small action elicits an impatient grunt from him, and his lips are back on yours as he walks you deeper into your apartment.
"Is that what you think is happening?" He grips your waist, pushing you up against your kitchen counter, slotting himself between your legs. "Do I look helpless to you?" The words are a challenge… a threat. He sinks to his knees for you, and you can't tell if it's a gesture of submission or power. Cold lips trace the soft part of your thighs, your legs thrown behind strong shoulders. When he looks up at you, you get your answer. You're under his control.
You let him lead, reveling in the city's most delectable secret: Linkon's best heart surgeon eats pussy like a starved beast .
No one else will ever know; how could they? This side of him was reserved for you alone. Besides, it's not like you'd have witnesses, right? The walls of your apartment are thick, a fact you're infinitely thankful for right now as your throat grows hoarse with chants of pleasure. Zayne is no help either; the sounds of your bliss only fuel him. When he pulls back, dripping in evidence of your arousal, eyes blown out, panting, you know exactly what he wants. He pulls his glasses off, tossing them somewhere on the counter.
"Use me…" He groans, seeking friction for his own throbbing ache against your heel. He pushes your dress all the way up, and you watch him dive back in. Any hesitation you had is now gone. You use his hair as a lead, pulling and tugging where you need him, and he obliges eagerly. There, There, and Here. Here. Here. Here. Here . Here .
Heart stop.
His name rips out of your throat in the sweetest symphony. His fingers dig into your bucking hips, keeping you in place to prevent you from pulling away before he's had his fill. He needs this, needs you. He groans and grunts, his tongue working greedily against your soaked folds, seeking to take all you can give. He commits, staying latched on you until you're only whimpering. Your hands weakly tug on his sleeves, and he knows what you want. He releases you with a quiet pop, kissing down your thigh. "So this is what hunters are weak to." He teases, pulling you into an embrace. He kisses you sweetly, a whispered praise between each one.
"You can't test that theory with any other hunter." You whine, earning a soft chuckle. He presses a kiss to your temple, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulls you off the counter. You feel how strained he is against you, his seams practically tearing.
"Perhaps you should mark me to be safe." You don't even think twice before leaving bites on his neck, trailing them to his collarbone. Each one is a silent declaration of your ownership. "Although, I don't have to be marked to know who I belong to."
You know that, but the confident statement makes your heart flutter anyway. As an appreciation, you pepper his jaw in kisses, earning another throb against your impatient core. You hum, teasing him with a grind. He squeezes your hip in warning, but it's as good as encouragement for you. "Zayne..." You mewled, grinding a little harder. His name belongs on your lips, he decides. The tone of your voice lets him know precisely what you want, and he'd be a hypocrite to keep it from you. "Don't hold back."
Zayne grunts, carrying you across the living room. "I don't plan to." His body hums with coiled energy as he carries you effortlessly across the room. His hand finds the back of your head, trapping you in his possessive grip as his lips claim yours once more, the taste of your earlier ecstasy still lingering on his tongue. His hungry mouth swallows down your moans, and you can feel the way he revels in the sounds he coaxes from you. As he approaches the door to your bedroom, you reach behind you to twist the knob, and he stumbles inside to your bed, a tangle of limbs and lips. He tosses you down on the bed, the short loss of contact making you whine. You need him on you .
"Easy now. You're my patient, not my impatient..." He chuckles to himself, unbuttoning his now wrinkled dress shirt.
You watch him, in frustrated lust, as his fingers don't seem to be working his buttons fast enough. He smiles at your scrunched face, about to make another comment, when something catches his eye.
Heart stop.
His jaw settles, fingers stopping halfway through the buttons of his dress shirt. There's a twitch in his cheek and a dark glint in his eyes. Your breath catches in your throat. Your training as a hunter lets you know the hints of danger. Cautiously, you turn your head, and you finally see it too.
His tall frame fills out the window with his silhouette. He's leaning on the glass, tapping his foot as he looks down at a small plushie in his hands. "I can't believe you kept this after all this time, pipsqueak."
"Caleb..." You mutter breathlessly. How long has he been standing there? How did he even get in?
Caleb looks up, a smirk on his lips. He pushes off the window, placing the plushie back on your desk. "Well, don't stop on my account." He paces your room as if unbothered by the situation. "Finally got the balls to make a move, Zayne? I thought her hunter partner would beat you to it, but I'm pleasantly surprised." Zayne doesn't take kindly to the other's teasing.
"What are you doing here, Caleb?" You finally manage to ask. He looks at you like you grew a second head.
"Am I not allowed to visit you anymore? I thought after everything you'd be happier to see me." Caleb approaches the bed, your eyes flickering to the glint reflecting off his arm. His figure is imposing, as if his very stance is a challenge.
Zayne folds his arms, straining against his sleeves. "Clearly, she's busy." He says simply, earning a sarcastic laugh from the other man.
"Yeah, I see that... I heard it too." Caleb glances down at you, studying your flustered face. He cocks his head, recognizing your embarrassed expression and incessant squirming, making him smirk again. There's a silent question on his face, something only you can decipher but too ashamed to answer honestly. Not that you need to; he knows the answer. "Well, as I said, don't stop on my account."
Zayne's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Aren't you going to leave?"
"Do you want me to?" Caleb walks to your desk chair and takes a seat. "I was enjoying the show."
Out of everything that could've happened, that was the last thing Zayne expected. "Are you insane?"
"Just a little."
"Get out."
"Z, come on... We're all friends here, childhood companions. No need to be shy. It's nothing I haven't seen before." A smug smile settles on Caleb's lips.
You look between the two men. There is clearly a tension far beyond what you're privy to hanging over them, a tension that intrigues you. You look back up at Zayne, who's turned red in anger, and something more , something hidden. You ache at that. You, in fact, don't hold all of Zayne's secrets, and you're desperate to coax this one out of him. "What is he talking about?"
Zayne snaps from his trance, looking down at your curious face. "Nothing. He's being crazy."
"Am I, Zayne? Because I remember it clear as day. We were both missing her... bad. Weren't we, Zayne? So desperate for affection, for touch..." Caleb switches to looking at you. "Don't worry, pipsqueak. I was just for practice. You're the real deal."
There's something bitter that crosses Zayne's face. He opens his mouth but closes it again. After another pause, he takes a deep breath before speaking. "That's right. That's all it was. Practice." Zayne says without looking at you.
"Well, let's see how well you learned..." Caleb leans back on the chair.
Zayne's eyes flicker back down to you, a mix of apology and permission. You nod, wanting to investigate this tension. And frankly, being watched turns you on more than you thought it would. Having someone witness your ownership almost feels like validation. You reach out, running your thumb over his bottom lip, pulling him into another kiss. Your fingers finish what he started on his shirt, quickly undoing the last half of the buttons. You pull the fabric off him, eager to have his skin on yours. "Show him, Zayne." A delicate command as your fingers trace the marks you left on his neck.
Invigorated, Zayne unzips your dress, pulling it off you. Caleb takes a sharp inhale, mouth feeling drier than usual. Zayne smirks at that, bending down to take your soft peak into his wet mouth. He looks up to watch Caleb's reaction, pleased to see the other starting to fluster. He focuses back on you, switching to your other peak. He swirls the nub with his tongue until it hardens. You arch into his mouth, seeking more stimulation after the unexpected interruption. "Where do you need me?" Zayne growls.
You take his hand, slowly cupping it to your mound. You whine, grinding into his freezing touch. The frost from his fingertips melts quickly between your folds, making you even wetter. "You're so direct, pipsqueak." You hear a teasing chuckle above you. You tilt your head to look at Caleb.
Caleb is panting slowly, rubbing his own arousal against the old plushie from your desk. You ache at the sight; he looks so desperate despite his teasing. Zayne must've felt you throb as he pushes a finger into your fluttering core. "Z-Zayne!" You hiss, gripping his shoulders. He drops his head to your neck, lapping at the salty sweat that's turned fragrant from your perfume. The sensation makes you clamp on his pumping finger. He doesn't waste time, pushing a second one in. "More..." You plead breathlessly.
The two men share a pleased laugh. Zayne pulls back enough to undo his pants. His movements command the attention of the whole room. Without having to look, you can already tell Caleb is also focused on the throbbing bulge peeking from between Zayne's zipper.
You sit up, tracing the waistband of his boxers. He nods. You hook your fingers on the elastic, slowly lowering the cloth until he springs out. You can't help the gasp that rips from your throat. "You're drooling." He hums, wiping the corner of your lips before bringing it to his own mouth. You look up at him, cleaning the dribble on his tip with your tongue. He hisses, holding the top of your head. Like a testament to your devotion, you stroke him appreciatively, giving extra attention to his head with your mouth. "That feels so good, but I'm about to burst..."
You understand what he means. You reach for the sealed box on your nightstand, tearing it open to retrieve the shiny packet. Zayne takes it from you and rips the pack open with his teeth. He smoothly rolls it over his full length, and you take your cue to lay in position perpendicular to the bed. He crawls over you, his muscles flexing as he does. You instinctively spread for him, making him smile. He wraps your legs around his waist, slowly grinding his tip to your impatient core.
Caleb sits closer, rolling the desk chair just behind your head on the other side of the bed. He's completely entranced, anticipating the connection. His hand squeezes the plushie tighter as Zayne slowly pushes inside. Your toes curl, already needing the full thing.
Zayne pulls back, dipping just the tip again and again to test your tightness, but it's only testing your patience. He groans, finally pushing the head in. He anchors himself with your hips, each slow thrust getting deeper and deeper inside you. You sing praises and his name, trying to take more in, but his hold on your hips is firm. When he finally slots the entire length, you feel like you could burst already, but you brave it. You wanted it longer; you needed it longer. Zayne moans your name possessively as he bottoms out. You know his hands will paint your hips red by morning, and the image in your head makes you whimper.
Caleb muffles a moan of his own. You tilt your head to see he's already pulled his own length out, grinding it into the plush doll. When Zayne starts thrusting, Caleb matches the pace.
You lock your legs around Zayne, meeting his thrusts with your hips. The room echoes with the sounds of desperate moans and slapping skin. When your breathing turns erratic and your walls start squeezing, Zayne places one hand by your head, and the other slithers between your thighs, slowly coaxing out your most sensitive bud. You scream from the stimulation, but he muffles it with a searing kiss, taking your moans in his mouth. You scratch down his back, coming undone under him.
Heart stop.
When your breathing starts to even out, he pulls back to give you praises, adjusting your position. He attempts to pull out, but you stop him. "Don't." You protest weakly. He pauses, and you nod. "Finish." He gives you a grateful smile as he carefully starts pumping his hips again.
"I taught him that," Caleb says, his eyes fixed on the other man. Zayne looks up, a challenge crossing their faces. "The ol' scream muffle... kept you from getting caught, didn't it?"
Zayne clenches his jaw, his thrusts getting faster as he stares Caleb down. The other leans forward, closer to the bed. "You were louder." Zayne grunts.
"I was boosting your ego." You watch from below as they stare at each other, a silent conversation passing them. With each speed-up of Zayne's thrusts, as if chasing his high, he leans closer and closer. With one final pump, Zayne hits his high. A yell brews in his throat, wanting to echo, but Caleb is quicker.
Caleb holds Zayne's face, pressing an all-too-familiar kiss on his lips as he swallows down Zayne's moans. He grips the older's hair to keep him in place, slotting his tongue past his lips. You watch it all unfold, your mouth hanging open. You feel your walls flutter with need around Zayne, who is himself, throbbing and twitching inside you still. Their kiss is aggressive, almost like a fight for dominance. It's so different from how Zayne usually kisses you.
When they pull away, they're both red and panting. There’s something pained in Zayne’s eyes when he presses his cheek into Caleb’s cold metal hand. A sudden gentleness as the younger tries to quell his worries with a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling away.
Caleb looks at you, a smile tugging his lips. "Look at our little pipsqueak, Zayne."
Zayne wipes the spit on his cheeks with the back of his hand before settling his gaze on you. "You liked that, huh?" You nod in a daze. Zayne smiles, slowly pulling out of you with a quiet hiss as you whine. He knots the rubber, tossing it on the floor. "Looks like I found another of this hunter's weaknesses."
"You wanna keep going, pipsqueak? I still haven't gotten off." Caleb smiles, standing from the chair and transferring to the bed. You turn to Zayne, asking quietly for permission. He obliges, guiding you to sit between them, your back to his chest.
You reach out, tracing Caleb’s arm with a worried furrow on your brows. He leans in, kissing your temple. “I’m okay, pipsqueak.” He reassures, but you’re not convinced. You kiss the skin that connects to the metal, tracing it with your lips, making him whine. “You’re too sweet, but it’s not all bad. There are benefits.”
“Benefits…?”
Caleb smiles, parting your legs. “I’ll show you.” He pushes his hands up your thighs. He eyes your still sensitive core, using his left hand to gently bloom your folds before pressing his metal one in. He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. “Cold?”
You smile, turning to Zayne for a moment before looking back. “I like the cold.”
Caleb smirks at that, sharing a look with Zayne. “I trained the right guy to prepare you for me then.” He teases, but there’s something sincere about it. It makes you shiver. Suddenly, his metallic hand starts to vibrate, and a soft whirr of the machine echoes in the room.
“Caleb!” You gasp, bucking into his fingers. You try to angle the vibrations where you need it most, but he stays firm, enjoying the tease.
“See? Benefits.” Caleb pants, pushing his vibrating finger into your quivering folds. You moan in relief, greedily riding his fingers like a new toy. You pull him closer, leaving kisses on his jaw, trailing up to his mouth. He obliges with a smile, kissing you deeply.
The vibrations make you pulse around his fingers, mewling. The sounds snap something in Zayne, dropping his head to feast on your neck, his hands claiming your breasts possessively. “That’s it, my love. Ride his fingers.”
“Good thing my arm is waterproof, huh?” Caleb smiles, biting your lip. You notice he’s throbbing painfully hard, but he’s determined to pleasure you first.
You turn to Zayne, whispering something in his ear, earning a soft chuckle. Caleb raises an eyebrow, trying to anticipate your scheme. “Need help?” Zayne asks.
“With… what?” Caleb swallows, the hunger in Zayne’s eyes evident.
“This.” Zayne reaches around you, cupping his large, cold hand on Caleb’s pulsing heat. “Just like old times.”
Caleb groans, grinding into the familiar frigid palm. “Gege…” The affection in his voice is not unnoticed. He almost forgot how good Zayne felt on him. His fingers vibrate faster inside you as Zayne starts to stroke him.
“Do you still like this?” Zayne hums, pushing his thumb into Caleb’s slit, making the younger man almost bounce. That was his answer. He smiles smugly to himself as he watches Caleb thrust desperately into his hands with an expression he was all too familiar with.
You grip Caleb’s arms, your hips bucking as the relentless vibrations ripple through you, sending shocks of ecstasy. “I can’t…” You gasp, a scream of pure bliss soon following as your legs shake helplessly, riding his fingers to prolong your high. Your back arches, much to Zayne’s delight, as he gets a perfect view of your drenched core. He hums, soothing your sides to help calm you down. He whispers praises into your ear, relieving your burning skin with his cold kisses.
Finally, Caleb slows down the vibrations before pulling his fingers out, planting a proud kiss on your forehead. However, he himself is still aching for release. You coo at how he’s leaking, pressing a kiss on his jaw before moving behind Zayne.
Caleb watches you move away in a daze as Zayne pulls him flush to his chest. He gasps, throbbing against Zayne’s own pulsing cock. With a hiss, the older man slides himself between Caleb and his own hand. “Gege…” Caleb aches in a pleading tone, and Zayne starts stroking them together.
Their tall muscular forms take up most of the bed, and the sight is a true spectacle. You moan softly at the view of them desperately grinding into each other for release, tangled in a kiss that’s both aggressive and desperate. You watch in utter fascination as they navigate each other’s familiar territories.
“Can I touch you there , Caleb?” Zayne groans, nearing the edge of his cliff. Caleb whines, nodding into the other's neck. He trails his fingers down the curve of the younger’s back, leaving streaks of frost in their wake that melt off his skin. When he feels Caleb’s desperate grinding, he slips his cold touch to the place it was needed most. The long-missed sensation sends Caleb over the edge, spilling his pent-up ecstasy on Zayne’s chest.
“Shh, shh…” Zayne soothes, letting Caleb take the tip of his finger inside as he falls apart. He follows soon after with a strained grunt, letting his essence mix with Caleb’s on his chest and stomach.
You watch the scene unfold, mouth agape. Your mind races, filled with imagined fantasies of the pair’s rich hidden history. Was it when…? Or that time that…? You think to yourself, all those unexplained encounters are suddenly making sense to you. Their frequent trips to your attic, the wrinkled shirts Zayne often left, the weird marks on Caleb’s neck... all started connecting.
After Zayne gets Caleb calmed down, and positioned on the bed, he gathers you in his arms, pressing loving kisses all over your face. “Did you enjoy it, my love?” Zayne asks softly, laying you between their spent bodies.
“A lot…”
“Good, that’s good.” Zayne sighs, wrapping his arm around you as Caleb nuzzles your back.
“Anything for you. As long as our little pipsqueak is satisfied.” Caleb hums against the skin of your shoulder. Anything? His words spark something in you. You squirm, a request brewing somewhere deep inside you, a place that had been newly awakened and explored.
Zayne notices the way you chew your lip in thought. “What is it, my love?” He coaxes, watching you attempt to speak over and over until you finally build the courage.
“My hunter partner that Caleb mentioned…” Heart stop. “He lives right upstairs.”