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His breathing grows labored, eyes now half lided, but his mouth...

"Is that all you've got?"

A misplaced smirk stretches his lips. He tries to keep a relaxed expression but it greatly contrasts the rest of his body. Laid back on a chair, his wrists are tied along with his ankles. His button up shirt open, barely holding on to his shoulders.

Annoyed by his constant remarks you finish tearing his shirt. You don't miss the way he shivers when the tip of the knife grazes his skin. Slowly you drag it down until it reaches his pants. You make quick work of freeing his length, eyeing the wetness that's gathered on the tip. You turn the knife sideways, using the smooth side to rub it.

The coolness of the knife makes him gasp, eyes clenching shut at the sensation. You frown, moving away, then try to hold back a laugh when he opens his eyes, disappointment evident.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Your free hand moves up to grip his chin, forcing him to look up, "that's fine though, right? After all you said you can handle pain, that I don't need to worry about it"

He looks at you with a lazy smirk, "this is nothing, I've dealt with worse"

A challenge.

You match his smirk, leaning down to his ear as you hold the knife against his throat just enough for him to feel.

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

Instead of responding he simply bears his neck to you fully, almost submissively, but you know better, that defiant cocky look in his eyes. You know all his tricks, all of his ways to provoke you. This time you won't let him have his way though. Memories of him recklessly getting shot, cut, hit, and then shrugging it off come back to you.

You move the knife down, letting the tip of the knife nick the skin on his chest before pulling back. He sucks in a shuddering breath, arms unconsciously tightening against his restraints. His eyes follow you as you alternate between pressing the knife, and piercing just enough for a thin layer of blood to appear. His once confident smirk slipping to form a small o, ragged breaths with grunts escaping him as your hand continues.

You relish in the way his body responds to you, giving away every little secret he refuses to tell you. The way his abdomen clenches and unclenches as you move to more sensitive areas, his eyes glossing as his mind grows fuzzier, and of course, the way his length jumps and strains, practically begging for attention.

You walk around him to lean over his back, your hand once again finding his chin.

"Look at yourself"

His gaze slowly moves down, observing his bare front now littered with red nicks, pants partially undone just enough to expose his arousal. Each cut stinged deliciously, a small burn that leaves him breathless and needy for more, to receive your claim disguised as a pain. He let's out a low whimper, more beads of pre cum drooling from his tip.

"So messy"

You lick up a stripe from his throat to his ear before bitting down, laughing cruelly at his chocked whimper.

"Poor thing, do you need me to stop?" you only move away a little but the effect is enough.

"N-no, please don't s-stop" he gasps "t-touch me please"

"Touch you?" you think for a moment before agreeing, which he would find suspicious if his mind was clearer, but right now all he can think about is finding any way to soothe the throbbing pain between his legs.

He blinks when he feels something cold press against the small buds on his chest, his mouth gaping as he moans when the smaller blades that suddenly appeared begin to move in circles. He recognizes them, fake blades that feel real enough, ones that he had made for when the two of you spar.

You test out different angles, focusing on which ones make him writher and moan the most, every so often dipping the blades in a small bucket of iced water. After a couple of times you suddenly hear him cry out, thin spurts of cum shooting out and landing on his chest. He whimpers and grunts, hips bucking for any sort of friction, to ease the hardness of his length. However you only stare at it, your hands resuming the movements of your blades.

"M-master?" he weakly calls out.

You hum in acknowledgment.

"aren't you going to t-touch me?"

"I already am"

"Not-mm-there" he bites down a whine.

"Oh?" you smirk before moving your hand down, listening to how his breath hitches and body tenses. Once close enough, instead of giving him what he wants, you use the fake blade to push down at his hardness, giggling when it rebounds.

"Here?"

He nods vigorously, hips lifting, hoping to convince you.

"Alright"

For a moment he relaxes, waiting for your hands or mouth to be where he needs you the most. However it is quickly replaced with confusion when he sees you walk away only to come back with a knife, one he doesn't recognize.

He doesn't have time to ask, your free hand going up to grip his hair as the other holds the side of the knife against his lips.

"Lick, make sure it's nice and wet" you say as if it were one of the toys you'd use on him.

Not wanting to lose the opportunity for a proper release, he pokes his tongue out, tentatively licking the smooth cold metal surface at first before bobbing his head. Each glide he tries to figure out if the knife is real or not, but the haze in his mind makes him think slower and mostly based on desire.

Suddenly you pull the knife away, a string of his saliva connected to the knife breaking as you move it down. You point the tip of it at his skin as you descend, never fully pressing which leaves him oblivious of the authenticity of it.

Reaching his most sensitive spot, you lightly press the spine of the knife against it, relishing in his small gasp. You continue to tease him, rubbing the wetness of his saliva on his tip and sides, eyeing how it dribbles more of it's transparent liquid. The combination of the two fluids making the knife glide with ease.

His body trembles with each passing moment, muscles twitching and moans increasing as he grows more desperate.

"Master please, I-I need to-ngh-please" he whines.

You grab his chin, looking down at him sternly "Admit it first" you tap the knife against his bottom lip "say that 'it hurts' and I'll let you"

With the little bit of consciousness left in him he musters a small glare to which you respond by pushing down his lip with the tip of the blade.

"Go on, say it"

When he doesn't respond you pull back, taking a moment to think. You glance around the almost empty room, eyes falling on a dark blindfold near your other materials. A plan forms in your mind and with a smile you reach for it then place it over his eyes. The sudden change making him more alert, his sensitivity heightened.

You take turns with the different blades, sliding and pressing each one until he can't tell which one is which. One moment he feels dull metal and the next a stinging flick. You make sure to sparse out your work, even pushing his head down to paint at his back.

His body jerks when you drag one of the knives up his spine, it doesn't cut, but the thinness of it teases his senses. At this point he knows he's lost, the need to release too overwhelming. He's panting and drooling, mind blank and body putty for you. Pushing away his pride he finally relents.

"I-it hurts" he sniffles "please"

You smirk victoriously.

After putting the metal objects away you walk over to once again lean over his back. Your fingers flick his swollen nipples and rub them back and forth which makes him gasp out a broken sob.

"Shh, it's okay, just relax for me Sy, you're doing so well"

Your lips press on his neck, gently kissing his skin as your fingers keep moving.

"Breathe, yes that's it honey" seeing his body relax you move one hand away to reach for his weeping length.

"Such a good boy" Your thumb rubs circles around his slit before lightly dipping in. He moans and turns to you, blind fold wet from tears. Understanding his unspoken plea you press your lips against his, stealing every moan and whine from him.

Your hand moves to grip him better, sliding your hand up and down, you squeeze at his base and move up, each time faster than the last. His body squirms against the restraints and chair, hips bucking into your hand until he cums with sharp inhale. Long spurts of creamy white liquid squirt from him, and you continue to pull out more with each stroke.

His body slumps on the chair, his ragged breaths filling the room. You give him space until you see his body relax, not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

"Sy?"

"Mm"

You read his body language carefully as you touch, gently freeing him from the bondage. Once free you guide him to rest on you, his arms slowly wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your touch.

You smile fondly at him then lean down to kiss the top of his head.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

After one too many visits to the dentist, you had to establish some rules in order for your husband to keep his real teeth. You limited the amount of sugar inside your home, applying the same rules for yourself. It was hard at first, he kept on trying to sneak sugar into whatever you baked, secretly buying sweet treats which you would catch him eating late at night.

After his consecutive rule breaking habits you decided to add in a punishment. One that maybe the two of you like too much to be called punishment. But regardless it has your desired effect, the frequency of his rendezvous lessening. However in moments like this where your days off don't coincide, he takes advantage.

He's been eyeing the container of brownies for a couple minutes now, he thinks of how well it'll pair with the whip cream and ice cream in the freezer. His mouth salivates, fighting down the urge to. He had already ate one yesterday and you had promised to share a brownie later today when you get back. With much reluctance he turns away to read a book in the living room.

Hours pass and his resistance falters, keeping an eye on the time he walks over to the kitchen to hastily prepare his dessert. The warm brownie melts in his mouth, the spoonful of ice cream that comes after blending to leave a thick sugary taste. Content, he empties the bowl and then makes sure to clean up any evidence. Once all is clear he moves back to sit at the couch as if nothing happened.

It's late in the evening when you come back, instantly crashing into his arms. He holds your back with one hand while the other closes his book, attention now shifting to you.

"How was your day?"

"Busy" you groan "and yours?"

"Not so much" he smiles "are you hungry? I can warm up dinner"

"It's okay I grabbed a bite with Tara earlier, buut" you stand up excited "I do want to have that brownie we were talking about earlier. It was so good, we have to try the cookies from that bakery next"

He feels a small sense of nervousness, surely you won't be able to tell, "Their conchas looked good too"

You hum in agreement "so did their cuernitos"

He sees you reach for a brownie, your eyebrows furrowing for a moment before continuing. He quietly sighs in relief, watching you walk back to him with your usual smile as you sit on his lap again. He forgets all about it, the two of you resuming your conversation.

As soon as he closes the bedroom door he feels the shift. He sees you sitting at the edge of the bed, a silk piece of cloth next to you. He swallows dryly, he knows he has been caught, but he doesn't understand how, he racks his brain for all the possibilities until he remembers your expression as you looked the container.

Oh

He hadn't expected for you to be counting the brownies but at the same time it makes sense in his mind, of course you would be keeping track, you know him far too well.

"So you're aware of what you've done wrong" your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Well? you know what to do" your voice is more measured now, a stern expression replacing your oblivious smile from earlier.

He looks away as he begins to undress, he feels your heavy gaze on him which prompts him to undress faster until he stands bare to you. A small blush forming when your eyes wander down to his most intimate area.

His body moves as if on auto pilot, laying the top half of his body face down on the bed while his lower half sticks out for you. Delighted, you massage the soft skin, then grab the silk cloth to wrap around his eyes.

"Hm how many should we do" you think out loud, fingers trailing down his spine.

"There was originally twenty five brownies, and you ate how many?"

"...Two and a half" he whispers.

"Let's make it twenty seven then, I won't count the one from yesterday" you keep your touch feather like, awakening his sensitivity as you ease him to a relaxed state.

"Thank you mistress"

You hum and move your fingers down to gently massage the skin you'll soon strike. Giving it light pats and squeezes until the muscle becomes softer. After a couple of minutes you reach for the bottle of lube inside your bed side drawer, opening the cap to pour a small amount into his pink hole, then set it aside for later.

"Are you ready?"

He nods, breath shuddering when the first spank hits, you start off slow, taking your time to deliver the hits. You increase the force little by little, cupping and uncupping your hand which makes the spanks echo along with his choked words as he counts out loud.

When you reach to eight you pause, pouring more lube into him before pushing a finger in. You probe around then add another one in, making a scissoring motion to further open him. While doing that, you pinch and slap the side of his thigh making him whimper and twitch.

You pull out your fingers and continue to spank him, now hitting at different angles and areas. Eventually when you reach the inside of his thigh, close enough to his most sensitive spot, he moans loudly, hips raising and legs spreading on instinct.

You frown and forcefully push him back down, a chocked gasp escaping him.

"You're not supposed to enjoy this"

"I-I'm sorry" he whimpers.

"Are you though?" your fingers return to his opening "I bet you would do it again"

"No" he lies "I'll be good-nngh-I-I promise"

You shake your head in disbelief while laughing softly, he always says that yet again and again he finds himself in this predicament.

"We'll see"

You suddenly stand up and he feels the bed move, he tries to focus on the noise you make, confused about the sudden change. He hears you walk, then another drawer opening, then your approaching footsteps. The bed dips again, he wants to ask you what you grabbed, but he remains quiet, listening to you opening the cap of the lube again which only furthers his confusion.

Your fingers return, rather than stretching him you seem to aim deeper. It's only when he feels the first bead does he realizes what you have, his eyes widen behind the blindfold and he whimpers.

"N-no not that one-ah!" he moans as the rest of them go in, the round edges hitting his most sensitive spots.

He's familiar enough with that toy, a special one you only brought out when he was in big trouble.

You push the toy in and out slowly, the beads rubbing and touching his deepest areas. His hands grip the sheets, mouth parted as drool dribbles down the side of his cheek. Each thrust makes his body tremble, waves of cold pleasure overwhelming his senses until he's a whimpering wet mess. With one last thrust you push it all in, moving your hand away to check on him.

You reach for the blindfold to lift the bottom, just enough to lock eyes, you wait for any sort of negative reaction, when there is none you put it back in place.

"Nine more and you're done"

His skin is red and stinging, and the new addition inside of him moving as you deliver each spank, you draw them out, sometimes rubbing gently until he's relaxed enough to cry out in shock when your hand meets his skin roughly adding to the delicious burn.

The blindfold and bed sheets are wet from his fluids, he sniffles as more tears fall from his hidden eyes, the onslaught of pleasure pushing him closer to a familiar edge.

"All done"

He doesn't hear it at first, his mind racing and body tense. But when the silk covering his eyes gets removed he blinks confused. You stand up to clean, leaving him on the bed. He watches you put the lube away and then bring his night wear. When you start to slide up his boxers he speaks up.

"W-wait"

You look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I, I didn't get to...finish" his eyes are glossy, the edges red from crying.

"And?"

All of the sudden he feels guilt creep up, you're right, it doesn't matter if he came or not. This is punishment, it always had been, but you were always nice, letting him cum at the end of each session.

"Please?" new tears form, desperation evident in his tone which makes you sigh.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

He sniffles.

"No"

You nod and finish dressing him, he bites down a moan when the beads inside of him move as you pull him up to lay on the bed. You turn off the lights then cuddle him, gently kissing his face as his breathing evens out. It's a little hard for him to sleep, every time he shifts the beads do as well, keeping him hard and leaking. Eventually your soft touches and exhaustion makes him fall into a deep slumber.

The two of you completely forget about your shifts at work tomorrow.

You take a breath and check your phone, re reading your earlier conversation with Caleb. The two of you have been dating for some time now and often sexually explore. For tonight he had a made a 'special' request.

You open the door and step in, as soon as the door clicks shut, you hear slow pattering coming your way. You take another deep breath, getting ready for the scene before turning to look down at your boyfriend. On the floor, on all fours your boyfriend sits, naked, except for the dog ears on his head and dog tail attached to his hips.

Something about seeing him near the door, waiting for you to come from work, makes you stare hard. However your unreadable face makes Caleb tense, small seeds of doubt growing in his mind. Is it weird? most girls would probably think so. He starts to shrink, embarrassment and nervousness making him start regretting suggesting this.

Just as he's about to stand up you walk closer, arms wide as you lean down to hug him.

"My sweet boy, waiting for mommy to come back home" you coo, patting his head "did you miss me that much?"

He visibly relaxes.

"Y-yes"

"Aw poor thing, let's go lay down together, mommy's tired from work"

He nods and you lead the way, occasionally looking back to see him following you on all fours. His head is down, avoiding your eyes, but you can see the blush that reaches his ears, cute.

Once in the bedroom you begin to undress while Caleb fetches a collar, bringing it to you with his mouth. You smile and pat his head then sit at the edge of the bed to put it on him, hooking a leash to go with it.

"So handsome, my puppy is the cutest" you giggle when he whines.

Your hand moves to cup his cheek as you press a kiss on his forehead.

"My Caleb, the one who I love the most"

"Master please"

"Hm?" you pull away "what's wrong hun?"

"c-can I?-please"

You follow his gaze to your glistening folds and laugh.

"Is my puppy feeling needy?"

He nods and you pull at his leash until you feel his breath hitting your skin directly.

"Show me how much you want it"

He wastes no time in diving in, tongue eagerly lapping with content hums. You imagine that if his tail was real it'd be wagging side to side.

You let him have his fun, his fingers eventually joining his tongue. Each flick and thrust making your grip on the leash tighten and soft pleasured moans leaving past your lips. He presses kisses all across the inside of your thighs all the way back to your folds, lips smacking against wet skin, leaving a mess on his face. You praise his efforts, your hand never leaving his head, and each time he moans working faster with every encouragement.

You notice how his hips buck, practically humping the air and feel bad for your poor puppy so you pull his head back enough for him to stop and look up at you confused.

"Stay" you order before standing up to look for one of his special toys. When you retrive it you go back to him and suction it to the floor.

"Sit"

With a nod he obeys, you're glad he had prepped before hand, his body easily slipping the knotted length in.

"Good boy" you reward him with a kiss.

When you're sure he's ready you spread your legs in front of him again, slotting his face back into place. You watch his body rock, mouth parting each time his prostate is hit, each whimper and moan vibrating inside your walls.

"T-that's it, you're doing s-so good sweetheart-ngh" you gasp "-always making your-mgh-owner happy"

"Yes" he says against your core "my owner, no one else's- I'm your only pet"

"Just you"

He whimpers, hips bouncing on the toy while his fingers and mouth continue to pleasure you. The room is filled with the loud slaps of wet skin and the smell of your combined arousal, moans reaching a crescendo.

"M-mommy I-" his sentence gets cut off by his climax crashing down on him. He trembles in between your thighs, his legs giving out making him fall down onto the toy, the knot at the base forcing it's way in. He throws his head back, eyes wide as his walls squeeze the knot, thick spurts of fake cum coating his insides. "nngh?!" He whimpers and squirms, his body getting overstimulated to the point of tears.

You wish you had your phone to record this, his cute face as he gets bred by his special toy, he always gets so lost in pleasure that he forgets about the toys additional function.

While you stare at him your fingers move down to your clit, rubbing fast circles, you're already close. With enough stimulation and the sight of Caleb coming undone, you're pushed over the edge.

The two of you pant, coming down from your highs. You help pull him off from the toy, his hole leaking out the creamy liquid leaving a puddle on the floor. You're far from done, but you decide to let him come up to the bed since he's been behaving so well.

He snuggles up to you, licking up stripes on your skin while rambling, "Thank you master" his length hardening again, and of course like the silly puppy that he is he starts to hump you.

You laugh and pat his head, "does my handsome boy want more?"

"Please master-I'm your good boy-ah mm-" he whimpers, hips stuttering with each thrust "-ruin me ngh I'm a-all yours"

Your eyes darken, "Oh I will, I'll fuck every single thought out of you until you're nothing more than a dumb pet. You'll have to stay here with me, no one else would be able to see you, but that's fine right? you don't need anyone else but me after all"

Your hands become more possessive, tugging at his leash until his head is forced to look up at you.

"Say it"

"I don't need anyone else..." he leans closer "just you master"

His eyes are half lidded, lips covered in your juices and his drool, a pleasure drunk look on his face. Satisfied with his answer you pull him into a hungry kiss, claiming every inch of him until all he knows is you. You will never let him go again, in life and death the two of you will never part.

The two of you are staying up late playing video games since you have the next day off. And of course as the night goes on the two of you get hungry so you go to the kitchen to cook, Xavier trailing right behind you. You hum a soft tune as you get to work, deciding on making a quick ramen so you can get back to playing.

Just as your done putting the lid on the pot you feel his arms wrap around you, his face practically nuzzling you. You bite your lip holding back a laugh and move your hand to squish his cheek and peck a small kiss on the other.

"So cuddly, something the matter hun?"

"No, just miss you" he holds you tighter.

"But we've been together all day"

"Not enough" he turns you around to hug you properly. You reincorporate the hug and move away from the stove. You let him rest on you while you keep an eye on the food, your hands absent mindedly rubbing his back.

Suddenly you hear him intake a sharp breath when your hands wander further down. Concerned you move back but he's quick shrug it off.

"The soup is boiling"

Your eyes widen and you go to turn the stove off, momentarily forgetting all about his suspicious reaction. The conversation shifts, and the two of you prepare the table to eat, enjoying the small serene moments in between your busy lives as hunters.

When the two of you are done eating Xavier picks up your bowls and goes to wash them. While he's gone you think back to his reaction from earlier, he was squirming a bit while sitting, and was sitting up and down slower than usual, but it doesn't seem like he's in pain. Maybe he's sore from work? determined to find out you stand up and walk to him, mimicking his actions you wrap your arms around him while he washes the dishes.

"Now look who's cuddly"

You hum and squeeze his hip.

"I'm just worried"

He pauses, one hand holding a bowl and the other a sponge.

"About?"

"You" your hands move, squeezing massaging his muscles, "how has work been?"

He relaxes and resumes his chore "Easy as always, especially since I have such a reliable partner"

You smile, hands moving now to the side of his glutes, you rub the skin and press, hitting different tense points. But as you touch closer to the front of them you see him tense.

"Xavie baby, does it hurt?" you move more gently "It's okay if it does, did you fall or something?"

He shakes his head.

"No?" your eyebrow rises and you cup your hands around the two globes giving them a slow deep squeeze-

"A-ah mm"

You freeze, eyes wide as you dart between your hands and the back of his head which now hangs low, the bowl and sponge in his hands slipping, landing with a loud clank against the sink.

You hesitate before repeating your movements, drawing another whimper from your boyfriend. You have your suspicions, which you confirm after pulling down his pajama pants, no boxers you notice along with the little bit of blue sticking out in between his legs.

"Is that...?"

He nods embarrassed.

"How long have you had it in?" you ask, your fingers unconsciously reaching to touch the edge of the toy.

"...All day..." he gasps when your fingers tap the plug. "B-been training, wanna t-take you, mm, I can do it now"

You sigh fondly, kissing the back of his head.

"You don't have to force it, we have all the time in the world, I don't want to hurt you like the other day"

"You won't-"

"Bunny" you rub the plug in circles drawing soft moans from him "we were barely able to put in half and you were already crying"

"I've practiced, please?" he whines, pushing his butt out towards you.

You swallow hard and spread his legs, leaning down to eye level with the plug. You carefully pull it out, observing how easily his walls stretch for it. Once fully out your fingers hold him open, others going into his pink wet hole to see how much he can take. You open your fingers to make a 'v' shape, humming approvingly when he whimpers in response. You continue your test, adding more fingers and eventually your tongue.

Meanwhile Xavier is holding on to the sink, grip so tight his knuckles have turned white. All day he's been edged by the toy wedged in him, it was hard resisting the urge to hump anything in sight, but he didn't want to ruin his surprise.

Finally after a couple minutes you move away and he nervously awaits your verdict.

"We can try again, but, as soon something feels wrong you will tell me, understood?"

"Yes ma'am"

You stand up straight and pull him away from the sink, easily picking him up and carrying him to your shared room. Once inside you place him on the bed, ordering him to undress while you retrive the necessary items. You're a bit nervous, the last thing you want is to make your boyfriend uncomfortable or worse, hurt him, but seeing his eagerness helps alleviate your worries a little, you will be extra careful this time.

You walk back to the bed, greeted by the sight of him laying on his back, legs spread with a pillow already slotted under his hips. A soft blush paints his cheeks, and a hint of embarrassment in his eyes that dissolves with your encouraging words.

You get yourself ready as well, stripping down and sliding up the harness that already has a dildo attached. It's above average size, but Xavier had chosen it, you're not sure of the exact reason as to why since when you asked him he simply looked away while blushing. But looking at it closely it did look appealing even to you.

You let out a deep breath, pushing away all your thoughts, focusing all your attention on him. You slick up the entire length, putting on extra as well as inside of him. Once you're done you grab one of his legs, pressing trails of kisses on his skin until he's entirely relaxed on the bed. Dazed eyes look up at you begging and you oblige, starting with the tip you slowly sink into him, watching for any signs of discomfort.

As the toy begins to fill him he whimpers, tears forming on his eyes from pleasure and the small sting of a little stretch. His hips buck, attempting to take more in but your palm pushes down on his pelvis.

"Stay still"

He whines yet obeys, his hands reaching for anything to hold on to.

"That's it good boy" you coo "look baby, it's almost all the way in"

He looks down, instantly getting flush of arousal travel through his body straight to his core. The dildo almost all the way in bulges on his tummy, it looks and feels even better than he imagined, with a final thrust you bottom out and he cums hard, whimpering and moaning, eyes never leaving the sight of his stretched skin.

You piece it all together, hand going down to the bulge to rub and press at it. His back arches at the stimulation, tears running down freely while his mouth opens up to whine and beg.

"M-more please! I c-can take it ngh-ah"

"I know you can baby" you kiss his forehead "we'll do one more, how does that sound mm?"

He nods vigorously then his head throws back at a particular thrust that brushes his prostate.

"Please!" he squirms and grips the pillow on his head tighter.

You keep constant thrusts that hit his prostate and poke at the skin of his tummy, your lips finding his to swallow every gasp moan. Wet smacks of your lips and hips meeting echo in the room. You hope your neighbors won't file a noise complaint.

"H-harder mommy!!! more-ah! pleaseplease-"

Maybe you should start looking into getting a house.

You double down on your efforts, pushing his legs up to his head as you pound in faster, his eyes roll back, drool slipping from the side of his mouth.

"Come on bunny, you're so close" you kiss his neck "you can do it handsome"

He whimpers and nods, a couple thrusts later he paints his and your skin with more cum. His body shakes, arms wrapping around your neck to ground himself as his orgasm crashes down hard. You hold him tight, muttering praises and kissing away his tears until his body relaxes.

"Close your eyes and rest, I'll take care of everything" you press one last kiss on him before moving away to clean up, or well, attempting to move away. But his grip on you is surprisingly strong.

"Don't go"

You smile and laugh softly, pulling the sheets over you both.

"Okay, I'll stay right here"

His grip loosens and you lay next to him, sleep eventually taking over you both.

"Ouch ouch ouch!" His arms cross and he looks at you with a glare "are you trying to break me?"

You sigh for the millionth time in a row.

"Raffy you were the one who asked for this"

"Yeah but I didn't think you'd be this bad at this"

Your eye twitches and you carefully lift him from your lap.

"What are you doing?"

"You said it hurts"

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah but I didn't say to pull out"

You pull him back down, your free hand guiding the two dildos back to his slick hole. You start with one, pushing just the tip in before adding the other one, the two slide in and you watch his hole stretch and get accustomed to it.

"You're taking to looong, hurry up" he complains and it's your turn to roll your eyes now.

"You said it hurts, so we have to go slower"

Before he can retort he gasps, hands moving to grip you shoulders.

"Nngh w-wait"

You pause "what's wrong fishy? thought you said I should 'hurry up'?"

"You're taking so long that i'm closing up" he gives you a teasing smile that contrasts the needy look in his eyes.

You frown and slide in more, small gasps escaping him as every inch fills him.

"J-just put it all in-ngh"

You hesitate, looking at him concerned.

"I don't think that's a-"

He cuts you off by slamming his hips down, both toys completely filling him up. His back arches, head thrown back with a loud moan, all of his most sensitive spots are stimulated by the toys, heightened by the sting of the sudden stretch.

Your eyes widen at the sight, hands quickly moving to his hips to pull out of him but he stops you.

"D-don't"

He bites down a whimper, leaning close until his forehead rests in the crook of your neck. You sigh and begin to rub small circles on his skin. Pressing kisses on his head, you wait until he starts to move, tentative bucks that make him push up against you.

You let him set the pace, slow rocking at first, his body getting accustomed to all the sensations. He moans directly into your ear, each sound sending heat straight to your core. You fight the urge to grab his hips and make him bounce on your lap. However you find yourself giving in when he starts to provoke you.

"Told you you w-were bad at this" he gasps before continuing "I have to do-ngh everything, hah shoulda just used a pillow"

"Oh?" fine, if he wants you to be rough, you can be rough.

You plant your feet on the bed and spread your legs wider, making him moan confused. Your hands find his waist, thumbs pressing into his tummy. It's an odd sensation that makes his eyes widen.

"You think a pillow is better than me?" you pull him up than back down, your hips thrusting up at the same time to meet, you keep repeating this, each time faster.

"Think a pillow could make you feel this good?" you smirk when his eyes clench shut. You continue the brutal thrusts, his skin stretched from the two toys inside of him, a delicious fullness he hopes to feel when his heat comes around.

Just as he's about to cum though, you stop. His eyes shoot open looking at you with a mixture of confusion and betrayel.

"Why did you-"

"I'm sorry were you about to cum?" you ask almost innocently "I'm tired now so I don't feel like moving, you can keep going though, just imagine I'm a pillow"

"What?" he whimpers frustrated, squirming on top of you, desperately seeking more. You'd feel bad if it wasn't for his bratty attitude.

"I'm sure it'll be the same, or better right? that's what you said"

He glares at you, determined to not back down. He tries mimicking your movements, bouncing and rocking on the toys. He focuses on how the two slide together, rubbing into his warm wet hole that greedily sucks them in. It feels good but not enough, however he refuses to beg.

He looks up to glance at you, hoping to tempt you to move again, instead he's met with the sight of you lazily scrolling on your phone, as if you don't have him spread open on your lap. He blushes harder, a mixture of humiliation and anger. He decides to make you look at him, force all your attention on him, there can't be a more interesting sight on your phone than there is in front of you.

He leans back, showing of his smooth skin that's been dipped in pink from arousal. Next he pushes his hair back, revealing more of his handsome face, he knows his eyes are one of your weaknesses. And lastly he parts his lips, loud moans slipping out like a melody as he goes for a more sensual roll of his hips.

Finally you look up from your phone. He mentally smirks when he sees your eyes travel up and down. He thinks you'll finally do something but instead you just stare to which he stops in disbelief.

"Something the matter fishy?"

"Are you really gonna keep ignoring me?'"

You laugh, "I'm not ignoring you, I'm looking at you"

"That's not enough!" he whines.

"Then tell me what you want"

He purses his lips, hesitating. Seeing this you reach for your phone again.

"Wait"

You look at him.

"I..." he groans and wraps his arms around your neck "I'm sorry, I was wrong...a pillow could never make me feel like you do...

I need you"

He musters a pitiful look, staring straight into your eyes.

"Please?"

You spank him and slam him back down, the suddenness making him yelp.

"Finally, was it really that hard to admit what you want?"

Your pace is relentless, filling him up deeper than when he was bouncing on his own.

"You could've had this earlier" you spank him again "but no, you had to act up, like always"

His head hangs low, eyes watering from the onslaught of pleasure, whimpers and moans brokenly coming out.

"Look at you, is getting stuffed the only way to make you behave? do I have to do this each time?"

One of your hands moves to his lower belly, pressing into the toys that keep poking against the skin. You rub circles over it, enjoying how his abdomen flexes. He squirms in your arms, his walls contract around them, he feels full, too full. Each thrust heightening his sensitivity.

You spank him again when he doesn't respond.

"Answer me"

"Mmngh- y-yes I want more!"

You chuckle and grip his hair, forcing him to look up.

"That wasn't the question"

"Mm?" his eyes are dazed, a gloss coating his beautiful eyes, it distracts you for a moment and makes you soften.

"I can't stay mad at you when you look at me like that"

You pull him further up until your lips crash together, wet and sloppy, both your hips and lips meet and meet again. Your hands set a faster pace, pushing him towards the release he has been so desperate for.

"I-I'm gonna- ah!"

Ropes of warm white liquid spurts from his tip, painting your chests. You keep going, drawing every last bit until he starts to push you away.

You slip out of him, core throbbing at the whimper he lets out and pouting face. Once fully out you drag his face close again, this time to your chest.

"Clean up, leave a single drop and you'll see what happens"

"yeah yeah"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothin" he sticks his tongue out and starts to clean you up, a smirk stretching his lips while he looks up at you.

Your grip tightens on his hair, letting him finish before slamming your lips against his, your hands quickly finding the two toys and guiding them back into his hole.

"I think one time isn't enough" you say "let's count how many times you have to cum until your attitude is fixed"

He scoffs "You can't be serious"

"Very"

You push him down until the base of the toys, his breath shaky as he looks at you surprised.

"Make sure you keep track or we'll have to start again"

"...yes ma'am"

He should've known something was up the moment you walked in, but the conversation going on in his computer makes him brush it off. He passes off you hugging him as you trying to get his attention, he's used to you getting all cuddly when his meetings take too long. But something's different, your hands start to wander down, all the way to his belt. His brows furrow but he doesn't say anything, still mindful of his exposed face to the camera.

You slowly pull his pants down, being careful to not make any noise that would alert the others. Your hands massage his exposed skin, you're grateful that Sylus agreed to get a standing desk. However you don't do anything more until you see him part his legs, leaning a little over his desk, playing it off as him getting comfortable.

You go on your knees and hold him still, pressing your face close enough for your tongue to poke out and wiggle into his tight ring. You roll it around in circles, lubricating as much as you can with your spit.

The sudden feeling of your wet muscle probing him open makes him grip his desk, a small sharp inhale escaping him when you add a finger. He tries to stay focused on his meeting, responding with short answers any time the attention was directed at him. He carefully masks every reaction, even when you're four fingers in deep. By that time his knuckles are white, knees weak, yet still no signs of him breaking his facade.

You speed up your efforts, already aching to be inside of him. Despite not actually feeling anything, there is a form of satisfaction that comes from pleasuring him, seeing the person you love the most come undone by your hands. Knowing he trusts you with seeing even his most intimate and vulnerable sides.

Your fingers pour lube into his awaiting hole, making sure he's coated properly before pressing your hips against him and sliding in. You pause when you hear him whimper softly, eyes flicking to his computer hoping no one heard. It looks like they're arguing, you take advantage of their distraction and push all the way in.

His eyes clench shut, and he bites down hard on his lip, his moans resembling whimpers that are being choked down. Hearing them makes warmth pool in your belly, he sounds so pretty you can only imagine how he'd look and sound with a gag ball in his mouth while you pound into him, arms tied and-

You shake your head and focus back on the present. You keep a close eye on the meeting timing your thrusts when the focus shifts away from Sylus. As much as getting caught thrills you, showing to others that he's claimed, you feel possessive over sharing that side of him, he's yours and only yours, his moans, gasps and pleas are for your own ears only. His pleasured face is also yours, how his brows furrow and eyes clench. In fact every inch of him is yours-

Suddenly you hear his finger tap at his desk, you look at it, his finger then draws a question mark. You rub his hips reassuringly and slowly start move again. You try to listen in to the conversation, but it's honestly boring, you can tell Sylus is bored too by the way he answers shortly and uncaring. His lower half meets your thrusts, it's a slow rhythm, but it's perfect to stimulate him enough while not getting caught. You're original plan was to wait until he finishes his meeting and then properly please him, but both him and you get impatient. The fools on the screen that know nothing more but to argue with each other wearing your patience thin.

You look back at his finger waiting for a sort of sign of agreement, moments later he writes out shakily 'do it'.

You waste no time, instead of pulling in and out which would draw attention because of the noise, you roll your hips into him and do small bucks. At the feeling he whips his head down, biting down hard on his lip until it draws blood, the tiniest whimper escaping past it which makes you giggle quietly. Sneaking around is pretty fun.

At a particular rub his eyes roll back, a string of drool dripping from his lips creating a small puddle on his desk where he pants into.

"-lus?"

You keep hitting that spot repeatedly until his vision blurs.

"-Sir?"

He faintly hears voices calling out to him, and seeing his lack of response you pat his thigh repeatedly.

"Mr. Sylus?"

"Hm?" He looks up and you're grateful that the screen doesn't pick up the spit on his lips. Camera blurry enough for your activities to continue undetected.

"Mr Sylus, I apologize for over stepping but um" one of the men hesitate before continuing "we've noticed that you may um, not be feeling well... would you like to reschedule?"

"N-no" he clears his throat "No, that won't be necessary"

"Alright..." the man looks at him unsure yet doesn't dare to say anything more.

The meeting continues much to long to yours and Sylus's dislike. Each passing moment he feels his body burn, a familiar desire pooling in his core. He want's nothing more than to find release but the discussion continues going in circles with everyone arguing.

'please' you see him write out. And who are you to deny your lover when he's been such a good boy? all good boys deserve rewards.

You press a single kiss on the back of his neck before fastening your pace, for a moment forgetting the eyes that could easily wander and expose you both. You focus entirely on giving him what he wants. The toy presses into his prostate, rubbing and filling his tight hole that only seems to tighten even around it, you can tell he's close.

Meanwhile Sylus is doing his absolute best to not draw any attention to himself. He props up an arm and rests his face against his open hand, passing it off as him being annoyed, but the way his lips wobble and his brows furrow give his true intentions away. He feels like all his senses are being pushes to the max, it's an interesting feeling, having to stay conscious enough to keep up appearances while the rest of him gets lost in pleasure.

It's fine at first, but now he's reaching a point where he feels he might burst. He can't hide it anymore, moments before his release his head whips back down, adding more drool to the puddle. His whole body shakes, eyes tearing up as he chokes back a moan. He shakily covers the bottom half of his face with his hand, trying to cum as quietly as possible.

But of course it's not enough.

When he hears the men speak up concerned again he looks back up at the camera, face now noticeably flushed and his hand remaining in place.

"I feel sick" his voice comes out strained.

With that he rushes to end the call. Slumping over his desk while gasping for air. You rub his back soothingly, whispering praises until he comes down from his high. You carefully slip out, and begin to take off the harness.

"So...how was it?"

He let's a noise that's a mixture of a grunt and hum.

"You asked for this desk on purpose didn't you?"

"Oh? what gave it away?" you ask innocently.

"How shameless"

"But you love me" you tease.

He turns around to pull you into his arms, leaning back into the desk. His hand moves to push back your damp hair, kissing the exposed skin.

"That I do"

Maybe it was a bad idea, it certainly feels like it based on how he looks at you.

"You...you want me to what?"

It's a rare occurrence where Zayne is shocked enough that his eyes are wide. You can see his lips part and close back up, questions running through his mind.

You hesitate and look at him, embarrassment crawling up your neck to paint a blush on your cheeks. "I'll be careful..."

"I don't doubt that it's just" his face matches yours "never mind this idea is very you, I'm not sure why I was surprised"

You smile at him hopefully and he chuckles.

"Come, we'll do it in the shower"

You happily follow him, though you must admit you still feel a little embarrassed. You had been scrolling online when your eyes had catched an interesting post, it was about different kinks but one of them specifically caught your eye. You were familiar with inserting different things, ice being one of them, with Zayne's evol it was only natural the two of you explored what could be done with it. However you hadn't thought about using it on him.

So you walked over to your husbands home office and asked without much tought.

"Zayne can you make an ice dildo?"

Easy.

In the bathroom Zayne starts to strip down while you look for a condom and lube. He then gets comfortable on the shower floor, well, as much as possible. You stay standing, reaching for the shower head then turning on the water to room temperature. You test the water before lowering the head to his back, letting the water run down you go on your knees, one of your hands reaching now to massage his skin. His body relaxes under your touch and you begin to little by little lower the temperature of the water.

When it's cold enough you part his legs and aim in between, dragging the shower head up and down. He shivers at the cold feeling of the water, moaning softly when the stream hits his hole directly. You keep at it until his hard length drips pre cum on to the floor.

You move the shower head away from him and turn the water back to a warmer setting before placing it down on the floor, making sure the water pools under him. Your hands move back to him, patting him gently before speaking up.

"Zaynie? are you ready?"

He nods and concentrates on making the toy, you watch with fascination how it starts to take shape. When it's ready he passes it to you and goes on all fours, he lowers his upper half, presenting himself to you. You pass the ice toy under the water, letting it melt a little before bringing it to his opening, carefully, you tease the edge of it, watching how his body tenses and gasps.

You let it touch him for a bit then move it away to roll a condom on the ice, then you pour out lube for your fingers and the toy. He's already pretty loose since the two of you had already had some fun earlier in the day, but you still insert your fingers, stretching them out to mimic the size of the toy.

"Mm honey please" he squirms, pushing himself back into you.

You smile, glad that he's enjoying this as well.

"Okay, I'll put it in now" you tease his entrance with the tip of the toy "tell me if anything doesn't feel good, we'll stop"

He nods, lifting his lower half more.

"I trust you"

You kiss his back and slowly push the ice in, his reaction is instant. He shivers and whines at the coldness, his body naturally tensing, you move one hand underneath him reaching for his weeping length. Your hands ease him into the change in temperature, occasionally slipping out to give him a break.

"Zaynie turn over" He does so without objecting.

He lays on the floor, legs spread for you. His face is flushed, eyes looking at you fondly, he adores all time spent together with you, exploring different parts of life he would have never done if not for you. To you whom he holds his heart open to, smile and laughter, tears and scars. He continues to keep himself open knowing that he is safe in your arms.

He drags you down into a kiss, gasping when he feels the ice prob at him again, he eagerly takes it, the heat from your mouth and the coldness of the makeshift toy sending his body into a desperate state for more.

He vaguely feels you remove the ice, mind already getting caught up high in the clouds, but he gets dragged down when he feels a sting of coldness on his pelvis.

"Mmngh?" He slowly looks down, you drag the cold object back and forth across it, touch light. He squirms and bucks, small whines escaping him when you move away. You glide the ice upwards now, watching as his abdomen flexes and more pre cum dribbles down his length. Finally you reach your desired spot, his chest.

With your free hand you reach for one of his nubs, your mouth going for the other. You suck and pull, hardening them until they perk up.

"M-my love please" he whimpers "no more t-teasing ngh"

You switch places, your mouth moving the his other nipple and your hand holding the ice takes place, you rub around it, briefly passing it over the bud before circling it. You repeat it, each time making him press himself more desperately against you until finally you touch him. You rub the ice up and down first, wetting it more with lube dripping from the toy. Then you rub it in circles, his other nipple getting touched by your warm mouth. You graze your teeth on the sensitive skin, nipping around it occasionally.

With every passing second he feels himself on the verge of losing his mind, he has nothing to grip but you. His body instinctively curling towards you, towards the pleasure your body promises. The cold floor, your warm body, the stinging ice and your hot mouth. His mind fogs, confused but needy, he barely notices when his release approaches.

His head throws forward, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his body tenses.

"Ah ah-mm!"

Ropes of cum shoot up from his length, painting both of your fronts white. You blink, taking a couple seconds to realize what's happening, you hadn't expected for him to finish yet. He pants, slowly moving back to rest on the floor, you simply stare at him, his eyes half lidded and a growing blush adorning his cheeks as he feels your amused gazed.

"What?"

"Nothing"

He frowns, adorably, before clearing his throat.

"It's natural for me to find release when my wife pleasures me"

"It's not that" you laugh and peck his nose "was just surprised you came from me playing with these" you flick one of his nubs making him grunt.

"S-sensitve"

"Should I kiss them better?" you smirk, kissing the space between them.

"It will only make them more sensitive, continuous stimulation to-" he catches himself and shakes his head "-never mind, let's move to the bedroom"

You peck his cheek and move to turn off the water, you then grab a towel and help him stand, drying him off and then doing the same for yourself. The two of you walk to your shared bedroom, and you waste no time pinning him down to the bed.

"So eager" he smirks teasingly.

"For you? always"

He takes your lips again, your bare bodies blending together into one.

You had a last minute trip, not too long, you'd be back tomorrow. Pressing your lips against his you had apologized to him and told him to stay in your apartment and make himself comfortable. Promises of extra cuddles and kisses as a reward for being so patient and such a good boy. That alone was enough to ease his disappointment.

So he did as you suggested and made himself comfortable in your room. Fresh out of the shower he laid in your bed, pressing his face against your pillow to pick up the scent of your shampoo and natural scent. His body relaxes knowing it's home, now all he's missing is your warmth. He misses you, every time he or you have to leave, separated by work and life, it hurts. He wants nothing more than to wake up next to you everyday and fall asleep with you in his arms.

But he will be patient, like Zayne's husband says, good boys get rewards, and as much as he hates the guy, he has to admit he's right.

He stretches out on the bed, moving around the sheets and pillows and feels something soft when his hand slips under your pillow. Curious he lifts the pillow eyes widening in surprise when he spots one of your panties. He hesitates before reaching for it, the cloth still a little warm which means you had slipped it off just before you left. He whimpers and nuzzles the cloth with realization, you had left it there for him.

He keeps the cloth close, sniffing and rubbing it occasionally. Since it's too early for bed he decides to go on his phone and talk to his friends, well, friends and Sylus. Gideon was going on and on about how yet another girl rejected him, Zayne was panicking because somehow he got pregnant and is scared to tell Sylus and Sylus sent him a voice message of himself singing 'for the abandoned puppy who misses his mistress'.

He groans and hides his face in your pillow and panties. He wishes you were here and he didn't had to deal with those idiots. With much reluctance he opens his messaging app. Gideon is a lost cause, Sylus is...Sylus, so the one he taps onto is Zayne.

Caleb doesn't understand why Zayne would be so afraid to tell him, they're literally married, yes it was unexpected and not intentional, but Sylus looks at him like he's his whole world. As a man in love himself he can see how much Sylus cares for the doctor.

He listens to Zaynes concerns, offering his own input and advice until he manages to calm him. Then, of course he tries to get details, which Zayne only vaguely gives. After a while of talking Zayne thanks him and logs off.

Caleb sighs and tosses his phone aside.

Family.

He's thought of it before, having one with you. But he would never burden you with that, he knows you're still in the early years of your career, having fun and enjoying your youth. He also doesn't like how it'd affect your body, the chances of you being harmed or worse... no, unless you ask to, he would never dare ask himself. But Zaynes situation brought to light an idea.

What if he were to carry the baby?

If Zayne was able to get pregnant then so could he, he just has to look into how.

Determined, he checks online, surely someone else has thought of doing the same, holding on to that, he searches every corner of the internet until finally he finds something. 'Pegrt', a special gel that when mixed with your desired partners cum activates chemicals that can impregnant any gender, the only one of its kind. Caleb looks at the screen amazed not thinking twice before purchasing a special that comes with the gel and aplicator, worst case scenerio it doesn't work, at least the two of you could still have fun with it.

He pays for express shipping so that the package comes before you come home tomorrow. Excited he falls asleep holding your panties close, just a couple more hours.

He wakes up early the next day, taking care of chores and food for your arrival, and also to distract himself from the package. He checks in with Zayne in between, glad to see everything working out smoothly with Sylus just as he expected. And of course he received a text from the man proudly announcing that he's going to be a father. He sighs and finally opens his messages with Gideon, offering words of comfort and a promise to ask you to hook him up with one of your coworkers.

He hears the door ring and perks up, practically running to the door, as expected his package had arrived. He signs for it and closes the door, bringing the box into your room. He sets it down on a table and opens it, carefully laying out all the materials, he also reads the instructions wanting to be fully prepared for when you come home, which doesn't take you much longer to.

By the time you walk in and lock the door he appears in front of you like a puppy waiting for it's owner. You laugh softly and bring him into a hug, kissing his cheek and jaw. He hums contently, you're finally home, back to him.

He moans softly when you nip at his neck, pushing him in further your home. He let's you guide him into the bedroom, stopping you before you push him down in your bed.

"Wait, I got something" he moves away to the table and you follow curious.

"Hm? what's this?" you look at each item then smirk at the sight of a dildo, but it looks a little... different.

"I um, was thinkin" he starts

"do you want to have a baby with me?"

Silence follows, your brain taking a couple seconds to react.

"What?"

He swallows dryly and continues "I've been thinking of us having a family and well" he blushes "sorry this was pretty random huh?"

You smile and rub his arm "it's okay i've been thinking of it too it's just" you grimace "the...process to have a baby, I don't think I want that right now"

"I figured, which is whyyy I bought this" he taps the gel

You look at it confused leaning in to read it the label.

"Is this legit?"

He shrugs "I dunno but it's worth a shot"

"True" you smile and take off your clothes before sitting on the table, "well you know what to do"

With that he starts to get to work, skillfully probing your walls and rubbing constant circles on your clit. He uses every piece of information of what you like best, putting them to use until he feels you're close. "Are you close? Please tell me you are

-I want your babies"

You finish faster than you thought you would, his words somehow triggering an unknown part of you. In the midst of it Caleb reaches for a spoon like object to scoop your release and place it in the gel container. Once he has enough he starts to stir it together until the gel turns white. He feels himself throb at the sight, knowing all of it would be in him soon.

Meanwhile you start to get ready, pulling up the harness and connecting the pump to the container. It happens a little fast, him naked on the bed, legs parted waiting for you. He has this look in his eyes, a sort of desperation you haven't seen before. In this pause you think, it's a sudden descion, if it does work what follows? is it to soon or rushed?

"Pips?"

You look at him and make your way to the bed, rubbing his thigh you speak up.

"Caleb, is this what you really want?"

He looks at you confused, "what do you mean, course I do, wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't sure... do you not want this? it's fine if you don't"

You shake your head and give him a reassuring smile.

"I do want this but, what about your life? you're gonna have to stay with me, you won't be able to work"

He takes your hand and rubs it against his face.

"My life is with you, I don't care about anything else, I want you"

Your heart melts at his words and you lean down to kiss him. You'll take his trust and keep it safe along with his body, caring for it gently just as he has to you.

He deepens the kiss, needy whimpers that lead to his arms wrapping you close.

"Put it in, I'm ready"

You bite down a laugh, of course he is.

You pull away for a moment to align yourself with his opening, watching as he greedily sucks it in, inch by inch until the base is pressed against him.

"How does it feel?" you ask while pressing down on his tummy which earns you a soft moan.

"Mm good s-so good" he pants, his face a little too flushed. Frowning you press the back of your hand on his cheek then forehead.

"You're warm, are you feeling alright?"

He nods "It's just the mm-enhancer, h-helps increase the chances"

You sigh in relief and start a slow pace. You roll your hips into him, hands moving to massage his legs and hips, easing him until he's fully relaxed and putty to your touch. His whimpers and moans fill the room, his eyes going half lidded and occasionally rolling back when you hit his most sensitive spot. He grows warmer, the pleasure of the toy stronger, his body is too sensitive, every single touch extracting loud sounds from him.

"Mm y-yes! harder please" he whines "w-wanna have your babies ngh I'll be g-good!"

"Yeah? you want me to make you a daddy? fill you up till you swell?" your hands travel to his tummy, rubbing gently "all mine, you won't be able to ever leave, you'll be mine forever, is that what you want?"

"Yes!" even through the haze in his mind he knows, his place has always been next to you, in life and death he'll always hold on, no matter what he'll always ensure that you're within his reach.

"My sweet boy, always so good for me, of course you'll be a good daddy" your hands continue their massage, from his belly to under his chest then back down through the sides of his torso, taking in the sight of his trembling body that reaches for you. You take his legs again, placing them over your shoulders as you bend down to kiss him, his body easily folding.

Hot, wet and roughly, your lips meet and meet again, drool and his pleasured tears making a mess of his face. He begs to you, broken moans and tense hands that grip on to you to hold you closer. Each time the toy slams in he feels the poke at the tip of it, knowing what will come of it soon, it's a little torturous, not knowing when his need will be met. He feels strange, his body too eager, too unsatisfied.

He cries, frustration and arousal pounding at his mind, he can tells he's louder than usual, embarrassment settling at the back of his mind. But he can't stop, every semblance of control ripped away leaving only the desire to be bred and claimed. He can feel his body and mind opening for it, his insides accommodating for whats to come and his chest throbbing with sensitivity. He moves your hands to them, rubbing your palm over his hardened buds. You part lips, peppering his face with kisses.

"Can't wait for these to fill up with milk, you're gonna look so cute" you pinch one "so heavy and dripping, our baby will never starve"

"Look at you, it's as you were made to carry my children" your hands continue to tease, drawing out whimpers from him. Your lips travel to his ear, biting down before whispering.

"Are you close?"

He nods with a broken sob making his body shake, "y-yes please been so good ngh please want you to fill me-stuff me-with your c-cum a-ah!" He tenses when you pull out all the way only to slam in deep.

His hands scramble for purchase, tangling themselves in your hair. He cries out each time you thrust, pace relentless and precise, you repeatedly hit his prostate. His vision blurs from tears and the dizzying arousal that forces out his breath and senses. He cums hard, splattering all over himself, he barely has a moment to process it when he feels something flood inside of him.

For the first time ever he squeals, making your eyes widen in surprise, his body shakes, squirming from overstimulation. His head is thrown back, tears and drool rolling down freely. His mind shatters, wave after wave of pleasure making his legs twitch so much you eventually have to pin them down to avoid them hitting you. You keep rolling your hips as you let him milk the toy, making sure every last drop is deep within him.

"That's it, take it, it's what you wanted right? to be stuffed with my cum" you lick up a tear, squirting in more of the gel into him.

He gasps for air, back arching and twisting, his legs fall as soon as you move your hands, his body taking this as a way to move away but you quickly flip him over on to his knees.

"Where are you going?"

He sniffles "T-too much"

"I'll stop moving then, there's only a little more left, do you think you can take it?"

He nods and rests his forehead on his arms, the new postion offering him a view to his belly, he can see how swollen he is from the thick endless spurts of creamy white liquid. Soon it'll grow bigger, the fruit of your love growing inside of him. He moans and clenches around the toy, feeling himself grow hard again at the sight. Despite all his senses going haywire and his body protesting, he wants more. He slowly rocks himself into you, seconds later feeling your hands on his hips to help.

Finally you're all done, you carefully slip out of him, quickly replacing the toy with a plug. You're quick to get him comfortable, wipes, water and blankets, everything he could possibly need to wind down. You cradle him and pepper him with kisses while murmuring praises. His body relaxing until laying limply on the bed.

While he sleeps you reach for your phone, looking for houses that are close enough to your work but far enough from others, until one catches your eye. You send it to Sylus adding a message to it.

'Remember that favor you owe me?'

Minutes later you receive the deed for the house and a message from Sylus.

'There's some furniture on the way, I assume you're planning to go there now'

'Oh and I also sent his resignation letter, you're all set'

Smiling you quickly thank him then put some clothes on Caleb before carrying him to your car. You gently place him on the passenger seat, kissing his cheek and nuzzling into him.

"My Caleb, we'll be home soon and you'll be right where you're supposed to be" you kiss him again "sleep well my love"

You close the door and move to the drivers seat, settling in before driving off to the next chapter of your lives.

"M-my star please!" another sob slips past his red wet lips, tears streaming from his beautiful wide eyes. Xavier is simply so cute you can't help but enjoy his pitiful expressions. You could be merciful and give him what he wants, but then this wouldn't be a punishment.

Earlier in the day the two of you were out on a nice date, you went to a café then walked around a park, enjoying the tranquility of nature. But of course it got interrupted. You had spotted an ice cream truck and offered to get some while Xavier sat on a nearby bench, his eyes never left you. With a frown he saw how the employee smiled and looked at you, and of course oblivious you was just laughing and continuing the conversation. He gripped the bench harshly, jealousy bubbling up until he finally snapped when the man dared to pat your head.

He marched his way up and grabbed your hand, muttering a quick 'good day' before dragging you away. Confused you followed him until you reached a more private area. A conversation followed, a mixture of you laughing and scolding him over the misunderstanding. The man was someone you had known since you were a child, the two of you simply catching up before Xavier had appeared. After he apologized you let it go, hugging him and kissing his blushing cheeks.

The two of you continued your date until the evening, It seemed like you forgot all about the incident, but he was very wrong.

Tied to a chair, he's completely exposed, a long vibrator attached to his hardened length. It's at its highest setting, only lowering when he's close to release. Your lips wrap around his sticky tip, sucking around it.

"Mommy p-please I'mmm sorry" he whimpers when your tongue pokes at his slit "pleasplease-ah!" His abdomen flexes, hips bucking up. He's so so close, just a little more, for a brief moment he thinks you'll let him. Just as he's about to reach it he's pushed back, you replace your mouth with your hand, your thumb pressing down on his opening while your other hand squeezes his base.

"Ah, ah-ngh nonono please" you look up at his tear stained face, his lips tremble as he mumbles soft please. His head feels numb, a pounding need hitting his body leaving him desperate and compliant. His head hangs low, all the strength in his body leaving him as you once again start the build up. His body twists and tenses, your hands quickly moving on his length then suddenly stopping. You turn off the vibrator, and step back, letting him catch his breath.

You see how his abdomen flexes, his slit oozing out more pre cum, it's red and swollen from the lack of release, twitching and practically begging to you. You reach for another toy on the bed, his eyes widening when he sees what you're holding. He weakly whimpers when he feels you rub his nubs, warming them up before attaching the toys. You push back his damp hair to kiss his forehead, doing a brief check in to proceed.

The toys buzzes to life, the rubber inside of them moving in different patterns while the cups sucks in his skin. He shudders, chest rising as the toy plays with his growing sensitive buds. While that goes on you move down, dragging your nails across his pelvis then down to his base.

"Mm" his hips twitch and you withdraw your hand "Noo d-don't go, I-I need you please"

"I'll be a-ah! good boy please wanna cum"

You turn the vibrator back on, a surprised yelp escaping his lips, and your hands get back to work. You pinch the head and smear all the gooey liquid.

"please!"

He sniffles and whimpers, hips following your hands that move away and come back just as quickly. A line between relief and painful denial. He's so sensitive now that just the small graze of your nails on the throbbing vein that connects to his tip makes a tiny dribble of cum poke out. You're quick to plug it again while you look up at him with a frown. He can only pout in response, glossy lips trembling adorably as his eyes clench shut, unable to bare your disappointed look.

You wait a couple minutes until you're sure he won't cum, then start to move your hand again, keeping the slit closed tight while your hands pump his twitching length. You keep a slow pace, listening to all the sounds and begs that fall from your lovers lips.

His breathing grows more erratic, loud sobs shaking his body, he can barely think, only muster pleading eyes which you're quick to take note of, you can see he's at his limit. Finally, you give him your attention.

"Go ahead, you did so well for me"

With your permission broken ropes of cum shoot out from him, he feels overly sensitive, mouth slackened as drool drips down. The toys on his nubs, the vibrator and your hands making him tremble. His body cries in relief, pushing out every last drop until he slumps on the chair. While he gasps for air you turn off the toys and undue the ropes and go for towels to clean him up, his body pliant as you move him to the bed.

"My Xavie" you wipe his body laughing softly when he whimpers, his body instinctively curling into you. His face hides in between your chest.

"Silly bunny" you rub his head "you know I'm yours yet you still get jealous, what should I do to fix that?"

Blue eyes look up at you with an adorable pout "you could move in with me?... it'd make me feel very at ease"

You laugh and peck his forehead, "alright, whatever you want"

He smiles at you before hiding his face in your breasts again, his soft smile being replaced by a smirk. His arms wrap around you possessively, humming contently when your hands start to rub his head again.

You had received a special box of chocolates from Tara recently, one meant for couples. 'to spice up your bedroom' she had said giving you a wink which you waved off with a blush. You had stored them in the kitchen warning Rafayel not to eat them, but of course one night you come home to a flushed Rafayel whining on the couch.

"Cutie where have you've been?" he groans. With a raised eyebrow you walk over to the couch, frowning when you notice the box of chocolates near him.

"I thought I told you not to eat them"

"They're chocolates" he huffs "they're meant to be eaten"

You roll your eyes "they're not just chocolates and you know that"

His eyes look at you half lidded, "so you're not gonna join me?"

You hesitate, glancing at the chocolates and at his very tempting expression. Ultimately you give in, slipping one chocolate into your mouth, it's sweet and melts easily in your mouth, you feel a need to get another one but you shake your head and focus. When he sees you approach him he makes space, expecting you to do something but instead you reach for a book and sit next to him.

"Huh?" he looks at you dumbfounded.

"What? did a little bit of chocolate affect you that much?" you grin.

Taking it as a challenge he sits up, "Of course not, that was nothing"

"Mhm" you give him one last look before looking away.

He pulls out his phone, hoping to distract himself until you lose. Soon you'll be begging and asking him touch you, he'll be a little mean like you are being right now, make you wait and feel the same way he is.

Minutes pass and nothing. He frowns and looks at you, still engrossed in your book seeming unaffected by the chocolate, meanwhile his breathing grows more ragged, body tingling with need. But he has to be patient, he won't break first.

Almost an hour has passed and all he's seen is that your face is flushes and the occasional pressing of your thighs, which is not fair. His hand not so secretly rubs over his pants, trying to give himself any sort of relief. When he whimpers your eyes snap to his curled up figure.

"Something wrong fishy?"

"N-no" he lies.

"Okay" you smile and go back to your book.

He moans frustrated, you look too composed, his original plans of making you beg being pushed away. At this point he's too desperate for that. It's only a couple of minutes later that you hear him whimper your name.

With a victorious smirk you look at him.

"Yes? do you need something hun?"

"You know what" he mumbles.

"I actually don't know" you shrug.

He whines, openly touching himself now, your heavy gaze on him only fueling him.

"Please?"

You slip off your pants and mimic his postion, legs spread so he can see between them. You let your fingers glide over your clothed folds, shivering at the enhanced sensation. Wetness starts to spread from your core, the soft cloth sticking to you. At the sight he pulls out his length, keeping a controlled pace in which he thrusts into his hand.

"Good boy, keep going" you pant.

You pull your panty to the side exposing your glistening folds, you hear him inhale sharply and smirk, slipping a finger inside while you rub your perked clit.

Your combined moans echo in the room, but the tension of the challenge remains. Eyes that are captured by the others movement, a glimpse of the posibilites.

"I-I think you want me" you pull out your finger, swirling it around your nub before moving it down to part your folds. "You want me but won't admit it, isn't that r-right?"

He shakes his head, despite the refusal you can see all the reactions you get out of him. His eyes that don't look away, the increase of speed of his hand, the way his lips part then close, refusing himself from asking.

You tsk and move your hands, letting your panty slip back into place, he's about to protest but all the words dry up in his mouth when he sees you crawl to him, an evil smile on your face as you push his hands away and slot yourself on top of him. You rub your wet clothed opening on his length, the texture of it making him gasp.

You giggle and keep going, slow tortuous rocking. You keep your hands on his and lean down to claim his lips, pleasured noises muffled. You can feel him start to rut up into you, movements a little more desperate which could only mean one thing....

It all stops, like bucket of cold water being thrown at him. He feels tears well up in his eyes, frustration visible all over him.

"W-why did you stop?" his voice comes up broken, the chocolate making him feel everything more vividly.

"You h-haven't told me what you ngh want" the chocolate is starting to hold a stronger effect on you too, but you refuse to go down first.

Too desperate to care he starts to plead, "I need you, need you s-so bad"

You look at him expectantly and he continues.

"I-I'm sorry for misbehaving, I shouldn't have e-eaten them without-hah permission" his eyes move up "please?"

"That wasn't so hard now was it?"

You take off the remaining of your clothes, struggling a little. The chocolate making your mind grow hazier, a need to fulfill your desires taking over your consciousness, you know Rafayel isn't any better.

It's sloppy and rushed, the two of you molding together into one, hips meeting and rubbing, you become a tangled mess on the couch. Your usual passion growing tenfold because of the sweet treat. In between kisses there's gasps for air. A seemingly never ending cycle of your arousals reaching their peak. The room grows warmer and as does your bodies, now drenched from sweat and other fluids. Thrusts grow desperate and frustrated, no matter how many times you both find release the build up comes up just as quickly.

Time passes and the two of you lay exhausted on the couch, he plays with your hair while you pepper kisses on his skin.

"I didn't expect for it to be that strong" he speaks up.

You laugh softly "knowing Tara she'd only get the best"

"It's a little too good, I'm so tired but I still want more"

"Let's wash up first, I feel gross" you look down at your sticky bodies "choose a vibrator and I'll meet you in the bathroom"

"Okayy"

Reluctantly the two of you stand and part. In the bathroom you prepare the water while you wait for him to come. The door opens and closes, and you watch him settle over the counter bent over.

"I'm ready"

You move over to him and go on your knees, spreading his a little until you spot his pink hole. You lean in, warm breath hitting his entrance before you dive in, you lubricate his walls, tongue exploring as deep as it can. You ease him open, eventually adding fingers, stretching him just right until the vibrator slips in with ease.

It buzzes to life and he tries to grip the counter, "ngh"

"Come on, the water is ready" you help him move to the bathtub, slowly lowering him with you. He settles onto your lap, arms wrapped around your torso as he slumps over you.

"Does it feel good?" you massage his hips.

"Mhm..."

You smile and let your hands wander, occasionally going down to play with the toy. You submerge yourself's into a content daze, relaxing in the comfort of each others bodies.

It's rare for Sylus to feel insecure, he has no reason to. He's confident, strong and very much loved by his wife but, lately he's been feeling different. His body has changed, preparing itself for the growing baby inside of him, he hasn't been able to do the things he used to. Even his job as leader of Onychinus was temporarily taken, the twins and you reassuring him that you'd do a good job.

Most of his days consist of staying home and doing non exerting activities. To say he's bored is an understatement. He's used to his chaotic exhilarating life, a part of him missing it but another part content. Every time he looks down at his growing belly he sees what the two of you have created, he doesn't regret it one bit.

What bothers him most at the moment is your distance, he likes to think he's imaging it but lately he feels as if you avoid his touch. Usually you'd hug and kiss him when you come home but now you only kiss him. At night you don't cuddle him anymore, even going as far as suggesting one night that the two of you sleep separately. That night he forced back his tears and slept terribly.

Little things like that bothered him, but he stayed silent, a hint of fear holding him back. You only seem to grow busier, and along with usual cravings that come with pregnancy he starts to feel more physical ones. He tries to find release on his own but it's not the same, after a bit he simply gives up.

Something about tonight is different, he sits up in bed comfortably, rubbing his tummy and humming for his baby just as he does every night before bed. His touch wanders a little, feeling the familiar warmth creep up, it's been so long he feels his core throb with need. He slips his hand down lower, barely grazing his clit before instantly regretting it. He bites down a whimper from pain, holding his belly, the stretch seemingly triggering a cramp. Giving up once more he rests his head back, swallowing his tears. He feels confused, not used to feeling so emotional. Frustration grows, a couple tears escaping and rolling down his cheeks which he quickly wipes away, but of course at that moment you have to walk in, right when he least wants you to.

"Sylus?"

You're instantly by his side, face worried, yet even then you don't touch him.

"What's wrong? does it hurt? do you need something? the doctor or-"

"Do I disgust you?"

He doesn't mean for it to slip out.

"W-what?"

He turns to look at you, all of his vulnerability reflected in his glossy eyes.

"Do you find me-my body repulsive?"

"Of course not!" you frown "did someone say something to you?"

"No...you just seem to" instinctively he covers himself up more "you don't touch me anymore"

You sigh in relief "Sy it's not because of that, I would never love you less because you look a little different"

"A little?" he glances at his belly that stands out against the blanket.

You lean down to carefully kiss it "doesn't matter either way, my love for you will never change just as I swore all those years ago" you lift your left hand showing off your wedding ring.

"Then?"

You take his hand rubbing it gently, "I'm sorry for not telling you this sooner but to be honest, I'm afraid... I'm afraid of hurting you or our baby, I'm scared of squeezing you too tightly or accidentally hurting you two while sleeping...I just figured you two would be safer and" you laugh "you make being the leader of Onychinus look so easy I didn't expect for there to be so much to do but, even so, I should've paid more attention"

You kiss the back of his hand, "I'm sorry, I'll do better"

He hums, hand moving to cup your cheek.

"I'm not as weak as you think, a kitten wrapping itself around me won't hurt me... or the baby" he adds.

"Okay, I trust you" you nuzzle into his hand and kiss it again, pressing small trails that make his core flutter, his need from earlier creeping up.

"....Sweetie" you look at his flushed face "I need you"

You waste no time in undressing him and making sure he lays comfortably, taking your time to kiss every inch of his skin. His breathing grows ragged, his sensitivity heightened. You make sure to love every bit of him until you reach between his thighs. The first feeling of your tongue lapping at his nub has him moaning and throwing his head back into the pillows. Each stroke sending him into ecstasy.

"Does it feel good?"

"Y-yes mngh don't stop please"

You smile against his folds, tongue moving down to slip into his entrance, you wiggle in and mouth at his core, your hands keeping his legs down. You alternate between thrusting into his drenched hole and sucking at his peeking clit, your fingers eventually joining. You slip in one first to join your tongue, letting his walls grow accustomed to you again.

He moans and grunts, his body relishing in it's long awaited relief, he feels light and warm, eyes rolling back when you add in another finger. His hands move up to his chest, kneading the sensitive flesh, he gasps pinching his nipples, thin dribbles of milk running down. He uses the milk to lubricate them and rests his head back, enjoying the slow build up.

One of your hands move to his belly, gently rubbing the skin then moving to the side to massage his waist and hips. Sylus sighs, he hadn't expected how sore the area would be. For a moment you stop your attention on his core, moving up to focus on his sides and belly.

"Does it hurt?"

"Mm not really, just sore"

You hum and massage him, more content sighs slipping past his lips, eyes closing to relax. You adjust your postion to keep your hands in place while moving your mouth back to his clit, skillfully flicking it around with your tongue.

"My husband, my love" you kiss the little bundle of nerves "I adore you so much, I'll do everything I can to prove it each day"

"You're so handsome and perfect, it is this body" you gently squeeze "that carries our child"

"Sweetie..." he whimpers and you go back to work, with renewed eagerness your fingers go back to his opening, pushing in deep his clenched walls while your mouth continues to derive more moans from his aching bud. His body tenses as he's slowly edged to climax, just a little more and his body will find the relief it's been searching for.

"That's it, let go for me"

You flinch a little when you feel the familiar warm liquid squirt at you, but it doesn't stop you from helping him ride out his climax. You lap it all up, taking everything he has to give you until his body slumps.

You wipe your face and neck with the blanket and crawl up to sit next to him, cupping his face to make him look at you.

"Sylus I love every inch of you; I'm sorry that I made you think otherwise" you kiss his cheek and continue "I promise I'll pay more attention to you both"

"It's okay I'm sorry too, I should've just talked to you" he chuckles and glances down "all of this is very new and I must admit a little strange, I never thought I would be pregnant"

You chuckle awkwardly "yeah I wasn't expecting for it to work the first time but" you look at him fondly "I don't regret it, and... if it remains to be what you desire I'd gladly do it again"

Next thing you know his lips are on yours, the kiss is gentle, filled with his feelings for you. You let him lead, let him take what he wants, the two of you basking in each others presence and love.

There are times when Zayne comes back too tired from work, which you completely understand. You know how important his job is so you'd never interrupt the little time he has to rest. So as usual one night you went out of the room to take care of your personal business while he slept. Well at least you thought he was. You were greatly surprised to see him minutes later appear in the guest room confused at your disappearance. A conversation followed, you reassuring him as he looked at you guilty and his own admittance at feeling pent up. Eventually you came up with a special system that allowed you two to find relief even when the other wasn't able to be awake for it.

Which leads to tonight.

You wait for him to fall into a deep sleep, humming to him as his body completely relaxes and lays limply on the bed. You start off with small touches, kissing his face and caressing his hair. Gradually you become firmer with your touch, fingers dancing down to his chest, you drag them mindlessly, watching how his breath hitches when you pass over his nubs. Eventually you pinch one, pulling at it lightly than pressing down into a slow circle, you repeat it until it perks up then doing the same with the other.

You wet them with your mouth then blow at them, giggling quietly when you see Zayne frown in his sleep. You decide to let them be, having teased them enough, instead you shift your attention to the tent in the sheets which you are quick to push away.

You grab the bottle of lube then crawl down to sit between his legs, moving them further apart as you get comfortable. The thrill of having to be quiet and keep an eye on his sleeping figure makes your hands shake and heart rate spike, a mixture between nervousness and excitement.

You take one glance at his face before looking down at your hands, the room is dark enough for him to rest but the open curtains help offer some light to guide you. You spread some lube on your fingers and his entrance, coating it to take you.

All set now, two fingers sink in with a squelch, spreading to a V shape then twisting. Your eyes move back to his face seeing how his lips have parted, his chest rising a little faster now. You keep a slow pace, aiming to drag out his pleasure to avoid the risk of waking him.

You turn your wrist, adding another finger in then moving back, watching through thin light how his skin stretches to accommodate your fingers. Carefully, you drag out your fingers then push them back, walls clenching to suck you in.

You bite down a giggle and curl your fingers, pausing when you hear him moan. You glance up, sighing in relief when you see his closed eyes.

You continue your ministrations, mouth joining to cup his sticky tip, you roll your tongue around it drawing more soft sounds from your sleeping husband. You slightly increase your pace, small squelches and smacks coming from between his thighs. You swirl your tongue around his length, wetting it before taking it all in. Your eyes flicker up, keeping your eyes on his face while you suck and thrust.

His brows furrow, hips unconsciously jerking, but despite that and his growing constant pleasure he shows no signs of stirring awake. You take this as a sign to up your movements, pushing the fine line between too much and just enough.

"Come on Zaynie, cum for me"

As if hearing you, his body instinctively tenses, your mouth moving back down to drink up his creamy white liquid. You eagerly suck, taking everything he gives you until the spurts come to a stop. He pants softly, small whimpers mixing in, but his eyes remain closed.

You move away, licking up any stray drips on his skin before pulling out your fingers. You press chaste kisses on his thighs then move to reach for wipes, gently cleaning his sensitive hole. When you're done you pull back the blanket over the two of you, tucking him in and wrapping an arm around him. You kiss his flushed face, lips still parted and wet, you look over to where the streak of drool dribbles licking it up before kissing him directly. You stay like that for moment, enjoying his warmth, how soft he feels against you.

After a minute you kiss him one last time before snuggling into him.

"Sweet dreams, my love"

"One week"

"One whole week"

"Pips I-"

"I know" you sigh "something happened, things got busy" you look at him arms crossed "am I right?"

He looks at you guiltily, that one look that you hate because of how weak it makes you.

"I'm sorry..."

You scoff "do you have any idea how worried I was? you said you were on your way, hours passed, you weren't responding. I even had to call Zayne to me help look for you"

"I'm sorry-"

"Is that all you're going to say?"

He looks at you apologetically now, 'I can't tell you', he doesn't want to admit it out loud, but a part of you knows and understands, but a part of you is also upset. You were terrified when he never made it to your place, all the worst case scenarios running through your mind as you frantically searched for him.

"Fine"

He looks at you, eyes filled with hope.

"On all fours, follow me"

In seconds, he's obediently crawling behind you, following you all the way to your room. You drag your desk chair to the middle taking a seat while he sits back on his feet in front of you.

"Take it out"

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down the zipper, next his boxers just enough for his hardness to slip out and slap up against his uniform.

"Sit on your gun"

He looks at you surprised, a small blush painting his cheeks but he obeys. He takes his gun and slots it between his thighs, the handle resting under his balls and the length of the gun pushing against his cock.

"Now make yourself cum"

He hesitates for a small moment, then starts to grind, the cold hardness rubbing against him deliciously. He moans and closes his eyes, a particular thrust making him gasp. His hand moves to wrap around himself and the gun but you stop him.

"Hands on your back Colonel"

He obeys. It's hard for him to pleasure himself like this, his legs working hard to keep the gun upright and close, his hips rolling into it to chase that friction. After a bit he grows frustrated.

"Pips?"

You yawn.

His lips part brows furrowing. He can't believe it, you're ignoring him, he's on his knees in uniform rutting himself against his gun like an animal in heat and you look like you're on the verge of falling asleep.

"No baby please" he whines "l-look at me"

You check your nails, frowning when you notice your chipped nail polish.

"Stay" is all you respond before standing up and looking for your nail polish. As you rummage through your nail drawer you listen to his pleading sounds, smiling when he calls out to you. Finally finding the color you want you shut your drawer and reach for your nail polish remover. You clean your nails, every once in a while looking up to see his his wide glossy eyes, you look back at the color you chose, it matches his eyes perfectly. Once your nails are dry you start to apply the color, focusing on not accidentally getting it on your skin.

"M-master?"

You catch the change in tone, humming in acknowledgment.

"I-I'm sorry it won't happen again" he whimpers "I p-promise please?"

"I'm busy right now" you roll your eyes "your gun should be more than enough"

"N-no I can't cum without-mm you master" he whines.

"You can and you will, seeing how your job is more important than us surely your gun is better than me"

"No! that's not true a-ah mm"

"You say it's not true but look at yourself" you apply the clear coat over your nails, blowing on them to dry them faster.

"Master..."

His eyes remain on you, vision blurred from tears. He's painfully hard, being constantly edged by the small pleasure his gun provides, it's not enough, he needs you. His thighs tighten and shake around the gun, frustration creeping up from constant denial.

You test your nails making sure they're completely dry before walking over to him.

"Open"

His lips part obediently and you slip your freshly polished nails in, he quickly gets to work, sucking them and licking them until they're wet with his spit, all the while he looks at you with those beautiful eyes that you adore.

"You can play dress up all you like but-" you thrust your fingers making him gag "-don't forget who you truly belong to"

He nods, eyes half lidded looking at you fondly.

You pull your fingers out and lift them next to his eyes.

"Pretty"

More tears roll down his flushed cheeks matching your wet nails.

"Alright stay like that" you walk back to your desk and grab your phone then return, sitting back down on your chair. You open your phone camera and aim it at just the right angle then frown.

"Smile, we have to let Zayne know that you're okay"

You notice how his length twitches, wobbly lips forming a small smile, hips eagerly grind and his arms obediently stay behind his back. He poses while you take the picture, moaning softly when he hears the camera click, already imagining the other mans reaction. You send the picture adding a small caption then look back up at your boyfriend.

"Almost done?"

He shakes his head and sniffles.

"I-I can't-"

"Move faster then"

He whimpers and starts to jump on his knees as if he was riding you, his uniform wrinkles and a damp spot spreads on his pants. The farspace fleet colonel, commanding and feared reduced to a mindless puppy by his own will. No ropes bind his hands, no force keeps his thighs pressed against his gun, he begs even when he's fully aware that he could take.

His gasps and whimpers fill the room, getting louder as he grows closer to what he's been wishing for. Desperate humps, pre cum painting his gun, hat that's close to falling off, he continues to chase that pleasure, the relief that's almost within reach. A single command running through his mind that his trained body responds to.

"Cum"

White ropes shoot from his tip further ruining his gun and uniform. His hands strain behind his back and his lower half tenses, he doesn't dare move from his position, not until you order him to.

"Caleb?"

He looks up at you, face and body ruined yet he still looks at you as if you were a goddess that descended from the heavens.

"One more photo for Zaynie okay?"

Face wet from tears and drool, uniform out of place and evidence of his release tainting his lower half, he poses once more this time giving his usual warm smile as if he wasn't a mess. His pride can be felt through the picture, having accomplished the mission that his master had given him.

"Good boy"

Finally.

"Come here sweetheart"

He crawls to your legs, his chin resting on your thighs as you caress his head. You whisper praises, hands lovingly massaging his skin while his body relaxes.

"Was I too rough or was it good?"

"Good" he inhales your scent "I liked it all"

You laugh "that's what you always say"

"Because I do" he looks up at you "I like experimenting with you and um, with Zayne too I guess" he blushes lightly at the mention of the other man.

"Yeah it looks like you do" you look back the photos on your phone then show them to him which makes him cough and rest his head back down

"I imagine he'll rush here after work"

He swallows at the implication, warmth already pooling at his core.

Suddenly you stand, he looks at you confused for a moment before you stretch out your hand, he takes it and stands and you pull him into a hug, nuzzling into him.

"I'm glad you're okay and back safe" you peck his cheek "home isn't the same without you, make sure you come often okay?"

'Don't leave us again'

"Okay" he holds you tighter.

'I'm here to stay'

It's late, he knows he shouldn't be doing this but you feel so good.

He pulls you closer, slowly rolling his hips into your thigh that got slotted between his, cloth rubbing so deliciously he shudders and stills every other hump. He bites down on his bottom lip, muffling soft moans and whines but his hips grow more restless until-

"Xavie?"

Your voice makes him stop and he holds his breath, an embarrassed blush painting his ears and cheeks.

"Bunny are you up?"

He hesitates, divided between coming clean or playing along, but you start to move your leg back and forth, directly into his dripping hardness. He whines and nuzzles your neck, hands clutching your shirt.

"So you are awake"

"I-i'm sorry" he whimpers and resumes his earlier movements, hips matching your pace, "didn't w-wanna wake you"

"Poor Xavie" you kiss his forehead "It's okay, i'll help you baby"

You move away to turn on your night lamp and sit up, patting between your legs.

"Come here"

He shuffles over and sits himself in front of you, resting his head back. His legs spread and he lifts his hoodie while your hand reaches down to pull out his hardness out of its confines. You gently squeeze it, cooing when you see him get wetter.

"So cute, my boyfriend is so adorable, always so needy for me"

He nods and turns to your neck, pressing kisses and sucking gently. You hum approvingly and start to pump his length slowly, you slide down to his base squeezing gently then back up to his leaky slit, rubbing your thumb around it to spread his juices.

"Mm please"

"Shh don't worry I won't tease you"

Your hand continues to work on his hardness and your other one begins to wander under his hoodie. You start by rubbing his tummy then his waist, hearing how his breath hitches and grows whinier. His legs squirm and his eyes clench shut, your relaxed pace making him feel light headed and edged.

"I-I can't pleaseplease" he whines against your neck, tears already starting to form on his pretty eyes "wanna cum" he whimpers.

"Just wait a little, I promise it'll feel really good" your hand moves up to his chest, fingers trapping one of his nubs. You pinch and roll it, each movement of your hands drawing out more sounds from him.

"There we go, relax" you kiss his head and lean down to his shoulder, biting down hard enough for him to cry out, tears freely rolling down his cheeks. He sniffles and moans, baring his neck to you. He lets you do as you please, waves of pleasure rolling through his body, his mind grows fuzzier, babbling mindless pleas.

You move your hand away from his little bud to grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you. Half lidded glossy eyes meet yours, soft lips parted to provide a private melody for your ears. You drink in the sight, enjoying the slight tremble of his lips and how his tears fail to cease. Unconsciously you lick them, making his face messier, each tear being stolen by your lips, they are yours after all.

"I'm so glad I moved in with you, I love every moment we spend together" you kiss his cheek then look at him, "meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me"

You kiss the space between his brows.

"I love you so much Xavie"

His eyes blur as more tears spill out accompanied by a small gasp as he reaches climax, he paints your hand and his hoodie with his release and your mouth descends to his. You part his lips to explore his mouth while you help him finish, dragging out every last bit of his arousal until he slumps into you panting lightly.

"Feel better now sweetie?"

He nods and cuddles you, "thank you"

"Of course, I'd do anything for my precious boyfriend" you give him one last kiss before gently laying so you can clean him.

"Anything?"

Your hand pauses as it reaches for the wet wipes, "Anything" you grab the wipes and look back at him, signaling for him to take off his hoodie. He lifts it and suddenly wraps it around you pulling you close.

"Marry me"

"Really? this is your punishment?" he scoffs and crosses his arms.

"I have to switch it up a little, you know, keep things interesting"

He rolls his eyes, "this is everything but interesting"

"Thomas looked really happy when he saw you"

"Hmph I see how it is" he turns to look at you with a glare "you were conspiring with the enemy huh? traitor"

"He's your manager and friend, not your enemy" you stifle a laugh which only makes his brows furrow more.

"I can't believe it, betrayed by my own wife"

"Oh come on don't be so dramatic" you gently nudge him forward "you should go talk to your fans"

He's about to say no but pauses, a smirk forming but before you can ask he's already gone. You sigh and decide to mingle as well, evening turning to night. Every once in a while you check on him, frowning when he leans in a little to close to others.

At first you shrug it off but seeing him smile and laugh, acting too familiar with them, you snap. You walk straight up to him, apologizing to the guests before dragging him away. You're not sure where exactly you are but you don't bother with checking, instead bending him over the nearest table.

"Looks like you were having fun"

He looks over his shoulder giving you a taunting smile.

"Maybe I was" he weakly shrugs "some of the guest were rather entertaining" he lies with ease.

"oh?" is all you respond while your hands pull his pants down.

"Yeah I was having sooo much fun before you appeared"

You frown.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me"

Smack

Your hand hits his soft skin and he yelps at the suddenness.

"H-hey what-"

Your hand strikes again and he gasps, taking advantage of this you slip two fingers into his mouth, his lips closing around them by instinct. He sucks the two fingers humming contently, but then he bites down.

"You-" you spank him again "-little brat"

"A-ah" your hand moves, a sting of saliva connecting your fingers to his mouth, you watch it break as you move your hand down between his legs.

"Spread them"

He looks at the hallway the two of you came from.

"What if someone-"

"I don't care" you nudge his legs apart and kneel, "and since they were so kindly entertaining you then I'm sure you wouldn't mind returning the favor"

He frowns but doesn't say anything, your face leans in along with your fingers, testing the edge of his entrance. You watch it twitch, tempting you to fill it.

"Are you gonna do it or what?" he complains which earns him another spank. You watch his soft skin turn red and kiss it, letting your lips travel all the way to his opening. You start with wiggling your tongue in, velvety walls clenching around the intrusion before relaxing. Your tongue stays restless, probing and coating the skin until you slip in one finger with ease. Your finger and tongue glide together making him shudder and gasp, the sensations-though not foreign-always feel like the first time.

His hands grip the edge of the table biting down moans that start to bubble up. Lips parting open when your free hand starts pumping his length.

"Shh someone will hear you" you tease.

"Mm ah I-I don't care!" his hips move back to meet your thrusts and you smirk, doubling your efforts.

You push and push until he's at the edge, staying there which only make more melodies slip from his lips, if anyone were to even walk into the hallway they'd hear his pleas as you keep him away from what he wants. Thumb circling and plugging his slit.

"Ngh l-let me cum!" he whines, squirming as he attempts to pull your hand away from his leaking tip, but you hold him still, the now three fingers in him curling directly into his sweetest spot.

"Ah! mmmeanie" he says, yet his hole clenches around you to suck you in, enjoying the rough treatment of your hands and tongue.

"And who's fault is that?" you squeeze his base "if you weren't such a brat I wouldn't have to do this" you squeeze again.

He sniffles feeling his climax fade back down.

"If you apologize I might consider letting you off the hook for today"

He bites his lip and thinks. He really doesn't want to have to go back out with a tent in his pants, much less have to stay like that until the event ends, and who knows if even then you would give him permission for relief.

"Fine"

"I'm sorry for misbehaving" he looks over his shoulder mustering the most convincing apologetic look he can "my beloved, kind amazing wife, please forgive me"

You hum and smile.

"Good enough"

"T-thank you ah-" he gets caught off by loud moan as you slip a fourth finger in stretching him completely.

"O-oh please-" his body tenses and twitches, knuckles white from how tightly he grips the table, "I-I'm so close please! I-I need mngh"

Suddenly you hear familiar footsteps approach and quickly move away, preparing to cover him but he whines and looks at you with wide betrayed eyes.

"Don't stop! please" he cries, you hesitate for a moment, but with the way he looks at you you ignore everything and dive back into him. Wet squelches and moans drawing the person closer until they stand in your line of sight. You gently tap Rafayel to open his eyes.

"What?" he starts to complain but his eyes widen as he looks up at the other man, an embarrassed blush spreading to his ears.

"T-Thomas what are you- ngh doing here?" his voice comes out breathy and high, evidently close to finishing.

"I was looking for you, and um..." the other man tries to respectfully look away but his eyes keep getting drawn back with each sweet noise that leaves Rafayels lips.

"I'm busy" he gasps "so leave"

"Hey" your hand moves from his length to slap his thigh "don't talk to him like that"

"B-but-"

"No, apologize"

You slowly pull your fingers away, threatening to completely slip out but he's quick to obey.

"I'm sorry!" throwing away all his senses he looks up at him "s-sorry for being a-ah rude T-Thomas" tears from pleasure and embarrassment roll down his flushed cheeks yet his eyes don't move away from the other man.

Thomas looks between you and him awkwardly, unsure of what to say so you speak up instead.

"Good boy, how about you show Thomas that cute face you make when you cum huh? to show us how sorry you really are"

He nods, unable to form words, he's inching closer, mind blanking out as the familiar warmth creeps up until he squeaks and shakes, eyes and brows scrunching up as waves of pleasure crash down on him.

"Ah ah ngh"

"That's it, let it all out Rafy" you pepper kisses on the inside of his thighs "doing so well for us"

He pants and slumps on the table, pretty eyes hiding in his arms. Meanwhile you clean him up with your mouth, planning on taking him home already for proper aftercare. You feel Thomas's gaze on you but you continue to fix your husband up until he's at least a little presentable.

When you're done you gently rub your lovers back as he comes to, eyes finally flickering up to the other man.

"So?" you smile.

As if waking up from a spell he blinks and his blush deepens.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"It's fine" you wave and cut him off "don't worry about it"

"...okay" he stays still, hands suspiciously clasped together over his pants. An idea pops into your mind and you lean down to whisper it to your husband, waiting until he nods before walking over to the other man. You take his hands, revealing the tent in his pants and smile up at him.

"Do you want to join us?"

"Sy..."

"Sysy"

"Sylulu"

"Labubu"

...

You groan and stand up from the couch which you were previously sprawled out on, walking over to your husband whose nose deep into paper work. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your chin on his head, you feel his tense body relax, one of his hands reaching up to yours to press a kiss on it.

"Do you need something kitten?" His voice comes out a bit rougher and lower, the result of working on papers for hours without break. His fatigue most evident on his tired eyes and scrunched brows.

"Yes I would like for my husband to take a break"

You smirk as you feel his lips twitch against your hand, knowing how weak he gets when you call him that.

"I'm almost done"

You sigh "That's what you said an hour ago"

"Has it been that long?" he glances at his desk clock.

"Yes, I'm bored" you whine "and I miss my husband" you whisper the last bit into his ear enjoying how his breath hitches.

"Say it again" he says almost breathlessly.

You oblige.

"I miss my husband and..." you kiss his ear "I want to have fun with him"

The papers are long forgotten and his hand finds yours as you drag him out of his office.

"This wasn't what I had in mind when you said you wanted to have fun" he chuckles and shakes his head amused.

You finish putting your hair up and grin "it's been a while since we've last sparred, thought it'd fun"

"Anything is fun as long as you're with me" he stretches his body and gets into position.

You match his stance and smirk, "trying to flirt with your opponent huh? that won't make me go easy on you"

"Good, with me you don't have to ever hold back" his fingers curl motioning you to come closer "so give it your all"

You launch forward with your right fist which he swiftly blocks with his left, noticing an opening his right fist aims down but you jump to the side just in time for him to miss. Your hand reaches for his extended one and pull it down making him tumble to the floor.

"Did sitting on the desk for so long make your muscles weak?" you tease.

"Not at all" he flashes you a grin leaving you momentarily confused until you stumble over him. You try to push him away but he's quicker, he rolls you over to switch positions, his face close to yours.

"Maybe laying on the couch made yours weak?" he teases back.

"And whose fault is that?" you boop his nose "someone begged me for my company so as the kind woman that I am I gave it to him"

"I didn't beg" he frowns "I merely suggested"

"Mhm" you take advantage of his distraction and flip him over straddling his hips "I remember though, we were sort of like this, your legs over my shoulders" your hands tease down the sides of his torso "hands intertwined" you take his hands and pin them up "and those beautiful moans that you can never quiet down" you kiss his neck "you were so honest, admitting how much you missed me, begging for me to spend more time with you"

You move your head back to look into his eyes.

"Do you remember now?"

He swallows dryly, pink seeping into the tips of his ears as he recalls the memory. You smirk at the sight and stand, stepping back to get into postsion.

"Let's go again"

The two of you continue to spar, the room grows warmer and sweat drips down from you both. As much as he tries to concentrate, the warmth that pools down below only burns hotter, every tease of yours not helping ease the hardness that starts to tent his pants. His focus is unusually elsewhere, failing to notice your foot hooking. He falls yet again, grunting softly when his face meets the floor. You land over him pushing him down with all your weight and take his arms to pull them behind his back. His breath hitches at the feeling of being completely pinned down by you, mind racing with images of similar situations that involve him bare underneath you.

You lean down to kiss his neck, "I win"

He laughs breathlessly, your weight making his throbbing length rub down on the floor.

"C-congratulations"

"Thank you" you hum, letting go of his arms to lay on him "so since I won that means I get a prize, I wonder what I should ask for"

He shifts his hips, hoping to avoid any more contact on his hardness, but you continue to move, the familiar edge of climax rapidly approaching. He presses his hands against the floor trying to get up.

"Get o-off first and we can mm brainstorm together"

"Why?" you giggle and lean down to his ear "am I too heavy for my big strong husband-"

Before you can finish you hear him whimper, his hands and eyes clenching shut. His body trembles for a second then falls flat on the floor.

You quickly get off of him and kneel beside him, moving his hair from his eyes.

"Sy?"

He doesn't respond but you see his blush spread to his cheeks.

"Are you hurt?"

He shakes his head, finally opening his eyes which have a shine to them now. You huff and start to inspect him yourself, rubbing and poking around until you feel his hand wrap around your wrist.

"That's not necessary"

You frown "well someone won't tell me whats wrong"

"...you're not allowed to laugh, understood?"

You give him a confused and curious look, watching how his eyes flicker away, as if embarrassed. You don't understand until he rolls to his side, your eyes instantly drawn to the wet patch in his pants.

"Oh my pfft-" you cover your mouth with your fist, trying to fight down a giggle. You clear your throat and look back at him, his eyes still avoiding yours.

"I swear I wasn't laughing"

He finally looks at you, "lying isn't your forte kitten"

"i'm sorry its just it is a little funny, I have no idea how that happens"

He scoffs "playing innocent now? you know very well what you're capable of"

"What?"

He sits up and crosses his arms, "you did this to me, your provocations are more effective than you think"

"Me?" you point at yourself and look at him shocked.

"Yes you, who else but you would be able to do this to me?"

"Aww you like me" you point at him and smirk "I bet you have a crush on me"

"We're married" he shakes his head and stands up, starting to walk away.

"Hey! where are you going?" you stand up and jog over to him

"I need to shower and change"

Your arms wrap around one of his and he slows his pace to match with yours.

"Showering all by yourself beautiful?" you see his lips twitch into a small smile.

"I wasn't expecting to" he glances at you "there's a certain naughty kitten who who tends to sneak in while I shower, though I must admit, watching her shamelessly peak through the curtains is amusing"

"I'm simply a wife admiring my husband, there's nothing wrong with that" you look away innocently.

His breath hitches, the earlier warmth building up again.

"I never said there was" he suddenly picks you up bridal style and his voice lowers, laced with desire.

"You're free to look and feel your husband as much as you want"

Zayne and you had decided to pick up some fun activities to do whenever the two of you share time off together. Sometimes you go walk at the park, take classes, the mall. The two of you like doing different things, it helps relax your minds from work and also doubles as dates.

One of the activities you picked up was painting. It allowed you to enjoy a quiet tranquility with the other around, a nice activity to unwind your minds. Well maybe not just your minds.

"Am I the canvas now?" Zayne says as he looks down at your mischievous hand.

You continue to glide the brush against his bare skin. You're glad you managed to convince him to only wear robes with the excuse of it being a 'hot day'.

"Maaybe, why? Don't like it?" You grin as the brush circles around one of his buds making his breath hitch.

"I didn't say that"

Your grin widens and you very lightly brush his nipple with the tip of it, the feather like touch making his body shudder and a tingle of pleasure course thorough him.

Satisfied with his response you keep going until the bud swells and becomes overly sensitive. Then you switch to the other.

As you keep going he moves back to rest against the sofa, head rolled back to lay on it. Every touch from the soft brush makes him throb, his hands fisted as your teasing touch works him up, far more than he'd like to admit.

"Enough"

You instantly pause and look up to check on him.

"I need you" he opens the rest of the robe presenting his hardened length "please?"

"Aww Zaynie did this little brush get you all hot and bothered?" You poke the tip of it with the brush making him whine.

The two of you pause.

You see how a blush fully forms on his cheeks and the small shyness that takes over him, eyes glancing away to avoid you.

"Ohh" you laugh "guess you really like it huh?"

He sighs "you enjoy teasing me to no ends"

"I won't deny that"

You gently trace the rim of his slit, watching translucent liquid dribble out which you take with the brush, painting the head of his length. You continue to drag the soft brush all over his length, his breath growing ragged and eyes looking down at your hand half lidded. Suddenly as you drag the brush over his tip again it slips in, you hear him gasp and quickly pull away.

"I'm so sorry are you oka-"

"Do it again"

Your eyes widen and you look down at his leaking head.

"Please"

"Okay..." you move one of your hands to hold him still while the other gently pushes the brush in.

"O-oh ngh y-yes keep going"

You glance up, his head is thrown back, eyes and brows clenched, his mouth hangs open, moans and pants echoing in the room. His hands grip the sofa, holding himself back from bucking into your hand.

You slowly begin to slide the brush in and out, paying close attention to his reactions, you know how sensitive the area is so you remain careful with your movements. A part of you though, wishes to see how deep he could take it, the sort of sounds he'd make if you were to reach is prostate through there.

"Sweetheart t-turn it around"

"huh?" snapped out of your daze you look up at him confused.

His hand shakily grabs yours and turns the brush so the thin tip faced down, next he grabbed his length pointing the slit at you.

"Spit"

You obey and look back at him just in time to see the look he makes when your spit falls in. He looks fully gone, needy and aroused in a way you have never seen before.

"P-put it in please"

You push the brush in again, letting his hand guide you to how far he can take. You take breaks in between to check in on him, but he only responds with pleas for more. Eventually he has half the brush in, deciding on stopping there, keeping in mind his limit you slowly bring the brush out and push it back in, your other hand following the rhythm around his length.

"I-I feel so full, it's s-strange but ngh good" he pants "I'm so close d-don't stop"

You nod and increase the pace around his length while keeping a steady pace with the brush inside of him. He starts to twitch, the signs of his upcoming release appearing physically and vocally. Suddenly he speaks up again.

"P-pull it out please I-I'm-ah!"

You pull the brush out just in time, thick spurts of cum shooting out faster then you've seen before. You feel some land on your face, but you're too mesmerized by the sight to even flinch, all you can do is look at Zaynes flushed and wet face, glossy eyes that continue to look at his tip with lust.

You give him a moment, hands rubbing circles on his thighs until finally he speaks up.

"That was...interesting"

"Just interesting?" you give him a knowing smile to which he looks away with a blush.

"and very pleasurable"

You hum "so..."

"I would like to do it again but next time..." he looks at the stained brush, his face further flushing, embarrassed by his unusual carelessness "with the appropriate tools"

"Sounds good" you stand and grab his hands "now let's get you to the bathroom before you get an infection"

He chuckles and stands letting you guide him, "so you have been paying attention to my lectures"

"Of course! I'm a very good student" you say proudly.

"I can tell" he smiles at you and suddenly presses you against the wall.

"Zayne?-"

"-Thank you"

His lips collide with yours, his hand slipping behind your head to cushion it as his lips push forward. You sigh contently into the kiss, hands gripping his robe to tug it off, pulling away frustrated when it doesn't. He chuckles and moves back removing it himself, then reaches his hand out which you happily take, the two of you walking over to the bathroom to continue your 'painting' time.