Work Text:
°˖✧~*♡*~✧˖°
Each time you admitted to not knowing the most fundamental things about the world, it broke Caleb’s heart all over again.
Like today, when you asked, “What is a family?”
Caleb froze in his steps.
You’d been on the run for about a week, and you were starting to pick up on bits and pieces of the world around you. All your life, you’d only known laboratories, battlefields, and warzones, but now you were getting a taste of what a simple life could be like. Caleb was so damn grateful that you finally had a chance to be normal—as normal as a cybernetically-enhanced weapon of destruction on the run could be, anyway—but it still hurt to be reminded of all the things you had to catch up on.
“Family is the people who take care of you,” Caleb said after a short pause, flinching as he realized he’d said ‘people’, plural. He was all you had; he wanted to be enough, wanted to be all you needed, and he desperately didn’t want you to feel like you were missing out by being stuck with just him. “I’m your family, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
You didn’t seem to mind his answer. In fact, you gifted him one of those sweet little smiles that made Caleb’s heart do a backflip in his chest beneath his layers of armor. Maybe he would be able to be everything for you, after all.
You were intelligent—a full-grown adult with excellent survival instincts who could read and write, piece clues together, make assumptions and predictions, notice important details, crack jokes, sense when someone was lying, et cetera—but being forced to live a life of containment and violence up until now meant that you still needed help filling in some gaps of knowledge. The scientists at the lab never would’ve let you learn things like what family was.
Because if you had known, you would’ve wanted more than what they gave you.
As the days carried on and you wandered the ruinous cities, small settlements, and endless wilds that stretched in between, you asked all kinds of questions like that.
“What are dreams?”
You’d never dreamed before leaving the lab, because your keepers made sure to sedate you when you recharged in your isolation tank. Sleep was empty… sleep was death. But the farther you strayed from their grasp, the more vivid your nights became, for better and for worse. Caleb struggled to help you cope with the more violent ones.
“Dreams are the places our mind takes us when we sleep,” Caleb explained. “Dreams can be good, or they can be bad, but none of them are real, and they always end when you wake up. I want you to tell me if you ever have a bad dream, okay, baby? I’ll make sure your next one is better.” He paused. “And tell me when they are good, too. I want to know what puts your mind at ease.”
Later that night, while lying side by side in an open field, Caleb pointed out different constellations. He said they were images and stories painted by the stars.
“What are stars?”
You’d never had the peace to simply look up and take in the details of the night sky like that before. Sure, you’d seen stars during late-night operations, but your keepers never determined that they were something worth knowing about or naming. They thought it was best for you not to think about how the universe stretched on so far and wide; it was best for you to feel trapped in your small world.
“Stars are those little glowing spots in the sky, the ones that sparkle and twinkle,” Caleb said, pleased that he could be the one to make your world bigger. “They might look small, but they are actually enormous and powerful. They’re just very far away. I’ll take you to see them up close someday. And see that moving one, there? That’s a shooting star, you can make a wish on it.”
“And what are wishes?”
That one hurt to hear, perhaps more than anything you’d asked before.
“A wish is something we hope for,” Caleb said, voice going quiet. “Something we crave. The things that we think about to keep us living and breathing. Like how I always wished we could leave the lab someday… and look, my wish even came true.”
“Well, I wish that I could make all of your wishes come true, then,” you said, giving him that same sweet little smile.
He smiled back. He wanted to tell you that you were capable of granting each and every one of his wishes, but he didn’t know if it was right to put that weight on your shoulders. Not until you’d caught up a bit with your understanding of the world, at least.
Caleb had spent his lifetime watching you be tortured, your memories erased, your mind manipulated, your body altered, your essence tainted, your self squashed. You had proven to be more combative and disobedient when your keepers ordered you to commit their atrocities, so they gave you less freedom to keep you in line.
Any time you strayed too far from their path, they reprogrammed you, always seeking out the error in their code that made you think you deserved freewill.
Caleb, however, had bartered his obedience in exchange for keeping certain privileges. He planned military operations and identified prime targets like they told him to, as long as he could read books to strengthen his understanding of the world. He eliminated every opponent and showed no mercy like they told him to, as long as they let him keep his memories untouched. He fought their wars and battles like they told him to, as long as they let him visit you at the end… even if visiting just meant watching you float silently in your isolation tank, sedated and dead to the world.
And it had all been worth it, because those years of obedience were what had allowed him to get away with his greatest act of disobedience—stealing you out from under their noses.
°✧♡✧°
“What is ‘pleasure’, Caleb?”
Caleb jolted at the question, his eyes flicking upwards to take in your expression. It was one of curiosity, your head tilted slightly to the side, a confused puppy seeking understanding. Caleb swallowed hard, feeling parts of him throb that made it difficult for him to focus on how to answer.
You were huddled over a small campfire underneath a rock overhang deep in the forest, the golden, burning light flickering across your cheeks and making Caleb jealous that it wasn’t him caressing your skin instead of the firelight. You didn’t need the fire; your exosuits provided all the warmth that you needed. But you seemed to find peace knowing that flames could be used for something cozy and tender instead of warfare and death, so Caleb had happily built it for you, jealousy be damned.
“Where did you hear that word, baby?” Caleb answered your question with an inquiry of his own, a slight tremor evident in his voice.
You gave him that same sweet little smile, and the throbbing worsened. “It was on a sign in front of a partially demolished building in the last city we passed through. ‘House of Pleasure’.” Your head tilted further to the side. “You never hesitate to teach me what things mean. Am I not supposed to know this word?”
“No, baby, that’s not it,” Caleb said, running a metal-gloved hand through his hair. “I want you to know pleasure. It’s just, ah, I’m not sure how to describe it.” He certainly did know how to describe it, but he didn’t want to frighten you with the things that were currently running through his mind. He cleared his throat. “Pleasure is… happiness. It’s when you feel good. It can be emotional, or it can be… physical. The sign you saw was for a place where people meet to feel pleasure.”
You nodded slowly, understanding sparking in your eyes. “Like when we kiss? That’s pleasure?”
Caleb couldn’t help the smile that spread over his lips, his cheeks and ears heating to a bright red. Early on during one of your first nights on the run together, you wanted to know what affection was, and Caleb had chosen to give a hands-on demonstration—or rather, a lips-on demonstration. He’d only meant for it to be a simple peck, a quick and pure display of his care for you. But it had escalated into something heated very quickly, with parted lips and tongues and small gasps that still echoed in his head when the night got quiet. It had come too naturally, like you had spent lifetimes kissing each other passionately, even though it was the first time your lips had met. “Well, ah, yeah. Yes. At least, I hope that’s what you feel when we kiss.”
“I like kissing you. It makes me feel good and happy. So I think that is pleasure then, yes?” you said, smiling at how flustered Caleb was getting.
He nodded, letting out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “Yes, it is.”
“The House of Pleasure sounds like it would’ve been a nice place to visit, then. I wish I could’ve seen it before it fell into ruins.”
Caleb tensed, an underlying current of anger imbuing his next words. “No, absolutely not. You don’t go to places like that.”
“Why not?” you demanded, your brows lowering in annoyance at his scolding tone. “You don’t want me to experience pleasure?”
Caleb closed his eyes, trying to find the right words as he slid his hand down his face in exasperation. “No, that’s… Don’t twist my words, baby. I want you to experience pleasure, but you don’t need to go to places like that to find it. That’s where you go if you want to experience physical pleasure with strangers. For money.” He hesitated. “You have me. You don’t need to pay for pleasure.”
“Oh,” was all you replied with, your tone returning to your usual cadence.
There was a long moment of tense, loaded silence. Caleb couldn’t stop the images that flashed through his mind. He shifted uncomfortably, the exosuit feeling too tight.
“Well, since I don’t need to pay, can I kiss you again right now for free?”
He chuckled nervously at that, caught off guard by your forthrightness. “You can always kiss me. You don’t need to ask, sweetheart.”
You smiled—a big and bright one this time—and moved on all fours around the campfire to make your way to him. Caleb couldn’t help but stare at the arch of your back beneath the curving metal of the exosuit and how your hips swayed with your crawling movement. You didn’t hesitate before climbing into his lap, spreading each leg on either side of his hips. You wrapped your arms around the expanse of his shoulders tightly, taking a moment to stare into his firelit amethyst eyes before bringing your lips to his.
Caleb was grateful for being able to close his eyes as you leaned in for the kiss—if he watched you for too much longer, he was worried he would make a mess of himself beneath his exosuit.
But as you deepened the kiss and pried at his lips with your tongue, demanding entry to drink him in, he quickly realized that not being able to see you wasn’t actually helping much in that regard. It was hard to watch you and keep composed, but it was even harder to feel you.
His hands travelled to your waist, pulling you a fraction of an inch closer.
Fuck, he wanted to feel you, not the metal armor that encased your body, but he didn’t want to scare you. You’d lived your life in that exosuit, and it would surely be a frightening experience to reveal the flesh underneath to him. The pang of guilt he felt was enough to tame his more burning impulses.
Maybe someday. He told himself that he was plenty happy just to hold you, kiss you, and feel your weight for now. He wanted you to learn things at your own pace, and he would never be able to forgive himself if he rushed you into something you weren’t ready for.
It was like you had read his mind, though, somehow always in sync with him. You shifted in his lap, grinding your core against him, the smooth center of your armor pressing against his codpiece and making that throbbing part of him press firmly against the metal. His hips bucked, a little whimper escaping his lips involuntarily. You licked the sound up gleefully.
Caleb pulled back, gasping as he broke the kiss. “Baby, be careful.”
Your brow furrowed again, doubt seeping into your gaze. “Why? Is this not good for you?” You pulled back further, looking down at where you were pressed against him. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
You started to climb out of his lap, but he gripped harder at your waist, even using a bit of his evol to keep you put. “No, it’s not that. It’s… pleasurable. But it’s… too pleasurable.”
“Too pleasurable?” you asked, head cocking to the side again. “Why stop, then? That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”
“No, it isn’t,” Caleb said, giving a breathy chuckle. “It’s just… there are a lot of ways to pleasure someone, and I’m not sure if you’re aware of what you’re doing to me. I don’t want you to feel pressured to learn all the types of pleasure so quickly. We have time, baby. We can go slow.”
“Why?” Your brow furrowed harder. “I don’t understand. I don’t want to go slow. If it’s pleasurable, then let me keep doing it.” And with that, you pressed down against him again, breathy sounds escaping from both of you at the contact. You leaned forward, your tongue running against the sliver of skin that peeked out from the neck of his exosuit. “It feels good for me, too. And you said I shouldn’t go anywhere else for pleasure… You said I have you.”
“Baby.” The pet name came out as both a warning and a plea. He leaned his head back to rest against the rock wall behind him, giving you better access to his neck even as he wondered if he should make you get off. This couldn’t be right. There was still so much you had to learn about the world; he shouldn’t be taking advantage of how naive you were… and yet his hips rocked upwards beneath you, grinding his cock into the metal of his suit again. “Baby, please.”
But was it a plea for you to stop, or to keep going?
You pulled back again. “Mm… why do you call me that, Caleb?”
Caleb’s eyes fluttered open, his mind in a daze as he tried to comprehend your question. “Why do I call you ‘baby’?”
“Mmhm. I thought… that’s what guardians call their young, right? So, what should I call you, then? Does that make you my daddy?”
You asked the question in a teasing way, like you already knew the answer was ‘no’ and were just trying to get a rise out of him. But Caleb’s cock jumped at hearing the word leave your mouth, and he struggled to choke down a pathetic moan as his fists clenched around your hips. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he could form a response.
“I call you that because it’s my job to take care of you, sweetheart. I’m not your daddy, not the way you’re thinking, but…” Caleb hesitated, feeling feverish as the next words came to his lips. “You can call me daddy if you want to, baby.”
“Okay then, daddy.” The giggle that you let out was so sugary sweet that Caleb breathed in deep to taste it. He wanted to bottle it up, swallow it, and keep it forever; he never wanted to let anybody near that sound, no one but him. The surging wave of protectiveness that flooded his lungs then was enough to make him clutch desperately at the back of your head, pulling you close until your lips were smashed against his once more.
Caleb didn’t stop you this time as you continued to grind against him, the metal of your exosuits providing a steady, firm pressure that was both tantalizing and infuriating in the way it kept you separated. Caleb’s fingers kept gravitating towards the panel on your hip that hid the buttons required to open the suit, but he never followed through, instead opting to clutch you tighter and harder against him.
After an endless moment of exchanging kisses and whimpers, you pulled back just a fraction of an inch, if even. Your lips were still brushing against his as you murmured your next words. “Caleb, why… why do I feel wet down there? Between my legs?”
Caleb felt dizzy. Astra, have mercy on me. “Because you like kissing me.”
“Mm,” you hummed, running your tongue out to lick along his lower lip. “Do you get wet down there, too, then? Do you like kissing me?”
Caleb let out a soft giggle. “I love kissing you, baby. But I don’t get wet. Not like you do.”
Your brows furrowed again, pulling away from him like you were offended at his answer. “Why not?”
Fuck, you really didn’t know a thing about the human body outside of killing your enemies… It was driving Caleb insane. How was he supposed to show you all the things he wanted to do to you, show you all the ways he wanted to explore you, when you hadn’t even had time to explore yourself? He should slow down, teach you what you needed to know, and then go jump in a cold river while he gave you the space to figure yourself out…
This is wrong. So fucking wrong.
But he would be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that was absolutely thrilled at the thought of being there while you learned those things.
“I don’t get wet, baby.” His words came out dark and hoarse. “I get hard.” His cock was banging at the underside of his exosuit with every throbbing heartbeat that shot through his length, like it wanted to break out on its own. It actually was starting to be painful now, not that he would ever tell you so. The thought of you putting a halt to your curiosity out of fear of doing something wrong terrified him. He would risk a bruised cock for the rest of his life if it meant you never stopped coming to him to learn these dirty things.
“But you’re always hard,” you murmured, poking at his plate armor with one finger.
That made Caleb laugh. Not just a chuckle this time, but enough to make his shoulders shake, which you didn’t seem to appreciate, because your brow and eyelids lowered into a glare again. Caleb felt a pang of guilt, not wanting you to feel discouraged by his amusement, but he couldn’t help how damn cute you were when trying to understand such foreign concepts.
“I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t laugh at you,” he said. “You’re right, I am always hard. But when you kiss me… you get me hard in other places.”
"Where do you get hard, then?"
Caleb closed his eyes and bit his lip, considering his options.
His fingers left your hips to trace over the panel of his own exosuit where the buttons lay hidden beneath. Should he really take things that far?
He’d wanted this for so long, dreamed about it every night for years… he couldn’t even count the number of times that he’d stood in front of your isolation tank, watching you as you recharged, fantasizing about this very scenario. He’d hated how still, how lifeless you were in those moments, and all he would think about was how desperately he wanted to watch you come to life underneath his touch. He would daydream about all the ways he would make you move, make you squirm, make you live, if only he had the chance to take you away from your keepers.
And here you both finally were, just the two of you. You, wet and panting and grinding against his lap; him, hard and hot and on the edge of detonating. It was all he’d ever dreamed of.
Caleb could finally touch you, make you moan, make you scream. There was no glass separating you, no sedatives keeping you locked in the abyss anymore. And it would all be for him, him, him, not a soul around for miles to listen in on all those sounds that would belong to Caleb and Caleb alone.
His blood boiled so rapidly that he worried the damn suit was going to melt off his body.
“I… I can show you, if you want,” Caleb said tentatively, swallowing hard.
You nodded, slowly at first and then more enthusiastically. “Show me.”
Caleb took a deep breath, lifting the panel and then pressing the button underneath to release the codpiece of his exosuit. It slid backwards into its track within the plate armor on his abdomen with a hiss, and dear fucking gods, the relief that he felt in that moment as his cock sprang free was enough to make him shudder. He’d lived a life of complete containment until very recently, yet nothing had felt as claustrophobic as his hard dick in his exosuit as you bounced on top of him.
You look down at the length jutting up from his groin, your lips parting and eyes sparkling with interest. “Oh,” was all you could manage to say for a moment, your head tilting back and forth again like a puppy trying to understand a new toy. “Can… can I touch it?”
Caleb licked his lips. “Please,” he said, voice verging on whining. “Please touch my cock, baby. It’s all for you.”
You ever-so-slightly brushed your metal-gloved fingers against his shaft, flinching back as it bobbed under your touch. Caleb also flinched a little from the chill of your armor, but he nodded his approval to try again as you gave him a questioning glance.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just sensitive.” He struggled to keep his hips flat on the ground, resisting the urge to buck his cock up into your palm himself. It was like trying to get a timid animal to trust him; he didn’t want to make you bolt. “You can take your gloves off if you want… you’ll feel me better.”
And maybe that suggestion was really more for him than for you, as he desperately wanted to know what your skin felt like on his cock, but you dutifully listened. You pressed the buttons on your suit required to remove the protective plates from your fingers and palms. The plating hissed as it slid back into its track, the pneumatic sound a strong contrast to the purely organic sounds of Caleb’s heart pounding in his chest and your heated breath panting out in a feverish rhythm.
This time, you didn’t just brush your fingertips against it. You grabbed it with your full fist, gripping it gently and watching as the slight squeeze caused a drop of precum to bead at the tip of the swollen length. The purple color of his cock rivaled that of his irises.
“So you do get wet,” you said, tittering a bit, and the blush on Caleb’s cheeks grew tenfold. “Just not as wet as me.”
A subtle, beeping alarm triggered inside Caleb’s earpiece as a robotic voice began to speak.
“Warning. X-02 is experiencing extreme tachycardia. Return to Armory FY-26 for cooldown protocols before adverse effects cause damage to—”
Caleb swore, clicking off the earpiece so that it wouldn’t bother him anymore. But it was too late; you jolted backwards, terrified at having heard the warning. Caleb cursed again as your hand left his cock.
“Caleb, are you okay?” you gasped, eyes running over him as if to check for injuries.
He rolled his eyes, hard, taking a deep breath to repress the urge to crush the main control unit of the exosuit for interrupting such an important moment. Instead, he reached for your hand, pulling it forward to wrap around his length again. “I’ll be just fine as long as you keep touching me.”
And then he used his other hand to pull your head back towards him, not wasting any time before plunging his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss was hot and slick and consuming, pairing perfectly with the smooth, soft heat of your palm on his dick as you experimentally touched it. You squeezed up and down the length, felt along the ridge of his cockhead, and tested how the velvety skin slid up and down the erect shaft. Every little movement made Caleb buck and grunt and whimper and moan.
“So, this means you like kissing me, too?” you asked in between wet slides of tongues.
“Yeah, baby. I like it a lot.”
“Mmm. But…” Your words got cut off as Caleb claimed your lips again. “But why do you get hard like this? I understand you like kissing me, but… what is the purpose?” You shifted your weight onto one of Caleb’s thighs, grinding your core against the plate there. “And what is the purpose of getting wet? Can you teach me that, too?”
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. He really was going to take this too far. He just didn’t have the willpower to stop this moment, not when you clearly wanted it so badly, so naturally, like this is what you were made for.
“Of course, I can teach you. I’ll teach you everything,” Caleb promised, hands running through the locks of your hair. “But you need to tell me if you get uncomfortable at any point, okay, baby? You promise me?”
You smiled. “Of course, daddy, I promise,” you said, voice lilting and teasing again. “You taught me what promises are, too, remember? A long time ago. See, you’re a good teacher… I trust you.”
Hearing that pet name dance off your tongue again was enough to send Caleb into a frenzy.
He used his strength to buck you off his lap, tossing you to the ground with his arms braced around your body and head to protect you from the impact. He had you pinned to the ground, using the bulk of his arms to keep braced above you.
“Show me where you’re wet then, sweetheart. And I’ll teach you why that happens.”
Caleb watched you carefully, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. But there was none—just open eagerness, blushing cheeks, and eyes more alive than he’d ever seen them. Of course, this wouldn’t scare you. You trusted Caleb, and he’d done nothing but make you feel good. You’d lived through too many truly scary things to be scared of this.
You pressed the button as directed, the hissing exosuit pulling back to reveal your glossy, dripping core between your legs. Caleb’s gaze honed in on that spot, watching as trailing strings of your slick connected where it pooled out of you to the edge of the suit, messy and wet and so damn pretty.
“Oh, you sweet girl, you really are wet,” Caleb tsked, unable to look away or even blink. “You like kissing me that much?”
“Yeah, I do,” you admitted, voice high and thready. “You made me this wet last time, too. But I was too embarrassed to say anything. I wasn’t sure what it meant.”
“You never need to be embarrassed with me,” he murmured back, pressing your legs further apart so he could get a better view. “Always tell me when you get this wet, baby. I would hate to see this go to waste.”
He leaned down, sliding one metal-encased digit through your folds as he braced himself above you with one arm. It was your turn to flinch at the coolness of the metal, making Caleb huff out a laugh.
“Oh, poor baby. Was that too cold?” he taunted, loving the way your cheeks glowed brighter from his teasing. You nodded, whimpering. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’ll warm it up in no time, don’t worry. I would take my gloves off, but that means I wouldn’t be able to do this…”
He reached down to press on the swollen nub above your wet core again, not moving away when you flinched this time. He closed his eyes, accessing that connection between his mind and the control unit of the exosuit to trigger one of the mechanics in the powered gloves like he’d practiced before. He’d spent countless hours learning how to trigger this effect back at the lab so he could fuck his own hand, the vibrations providing some amount of companionship so he didn’t feel so alone. He’d gotten good at overriding the mechanics, causing one of the micromotors to rapidly misfire until his fingers hummed and vibrated steadily.
“Caleb!” you called out, bucking away instinctually from the overwhelming feeling, but Caleb used his evol to pin you in place again. He watched as you squirmed, your attempts at fleeing slowly changing into you grinding against his finger as you adjusted to the sensation. You began to mewl and whimper as you watched him play with your clit, one of his knuckles sliding up and down your slick folds.
“You get wet because it helps me touch you better. It makes me glide against your skin easier, makes the friction feel slick instead of rough.” He circled your nub gently, making your legs tense and shake along with his fingers. “That should feel good, yeah? Slippery and nice? Tell me how it feels, sweetheart, so I know how to touch you better.”
“Mmm… yeah, Caleb, it feels really good… right there… how do you know my body so well?” you gasped out, pressing hard against him. Moments later, your eyes narrowed, your hips faltering in their movement. “Did… you learn about this with someone else? Back at the lab?”
Fuck, that is so delicious, Caleb thought, swallowing down the sight of the jealous possessiveness that came over your face. “No, of course not, silly girl,” he said, chuckling. “I learned about the human body by reading books. You’re the first person I’ve touched like this… I don’t have any interest in touching anyone else.” It was Caleb’s turn to narrow his eyes. “You don’t have any interest in touching someone else, right, baby?”
That wiped the suspicion right off your face, your eyes widening in horror. The thought of anyone else’s hands but Caleb’s on your body was repulsive. “No, of course not!”
“You promise you’re not going to run off to a House of Pleasure when you want someone to play with your clit like this?” He pressed harder, circling your nub until you yelped. “You promise you’ll always come to me and me only when you get all wet down here?”
“Yes, daddy, I promise!” you panted. “I only get wet for you.”
“Mm,” Caleb hummed, nodding his approval. “Good girl, that’s what I wanted to hear.” He slid his finger down your slit as a reward, dipping the humming tip inside your entrance. Even that little bit of him stretching you made you gasp out a shocked breath. “This is also why you get wet… so I can touch inside you.”
“Oh…” you began to say, the word fading into a long, ecstatic groan as Caleb pressed the long, slender length of his finger in farther. “Caleb. Caleb, that feels really good. Ah, it feels weird, nghh, I’m…”
“You’re what, sweetheart?” Caleb urged, his head tilting to the side as he increased the intensity of the vibration. “Talk to me.”
“It feels like… like electricity. Like lightning. But better,” you moaned, your legs trembling in earnest now. “Like…”
“Like you’re going to burst?”
“Yeah,” you whined out. “What… what is that…?”
Caleb chuckled, slipping in a second digit and smiling big as your lips parted open from the shock of the stretch. “What you’re feeling is normal, baby. Daddy’s going to make you feel really good. Relax and let whatever happens happen, okay? If you need to stop, then tell me… but don’t be scared if you start to feel weird. I’m just showing you a different kind of pleasure, alright? Do you think you can handle that?”
“Mm… yeah, yeah, I can handle it,” you said, squeaking out little noises as Caleb experimented by pressing on different parts of you from the inside, your hot, slick walls quivering around him.
He knew he had found the spot he was looking for when those noises became shortened and high-pitched, when your gaze went a little cross-eyed and unfocused, when your tight hole gripped him even harder. You were right on the verge of release. Caleb’s eyebrows raised, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Oh, is that the spot, sweetheart? How does that feel?” He cooed, rubbing his vibrating fingers harder against the front wall of your core, eliciting more of those cute little noises from your pretty, plush lips. Your slick was running down his fingers, getting all over his palm, shining brightly in the firelight. “Still doing alright?”
“It’s soo good… but… Caleb…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Caleb, I want more.”
He paused his ministrations, his fingers stilling inside you, the mechanical humming stopping, too.
“You want more, huh?” he asked, words quiet.
“Yeah, daddy, please,” you whined, visibly hurt that he’d stopped when you’d explicitly asked for more.
“I should probably give my sweet girl more, then… and I guess I still have to show you why I get hard, yeah?” Caleb asked, tone going singsong and taunting.
You didn’t respond, but your eyes grew wider, speaking volumes on their own. You were excited, needy, ready for more.
“Hm… okay, sweetheart. I’ll show you why daddy gets hard. You remember your promise to me, though, yeah? If it’s too much in a bad way, I need to know.”
You nodded vigorously, always ready to agree to whatever Caleb wanted from you. His eyelids lowered to half-mast as his gaze slid down your body. He removed his fingers from your core, kissing your temple as he adjusted himself above you.
“I get hard when you kiss me because I don’t just want my tongue in your mouth,” he said, leaning down to give a physical demonstration of those words. The kiss lasted for a long moment, his hot tongue slowly rolling over your lips, your teeth, your tongue, licking up your saliva so he could relish the sweet flavor. “I don’t just want my fingers in your hair,” he said, the same wet fingers that had just been inside you stroking a few tendrils back from your face, leaving trails of your own slick to mix with the sweat beading at your hairline. His heart and cock throbbed at that, loving how you let him get you so messy. “And I don’t just want my hands in your grasp,” he added, placing that same hand in your palm and stretching it over your head. He used his evol to guide your other hand upward, too, so that you were effectively splayed out beneath him. He lowered his hips to your core, his bulging cock pressing where it wanted to bury itself so damn badly, smearing your slick all over his cockhead. “I want all of me in you. And that’s why you get wet, baby—because you want me inside you, too. Daddy’s going to put his cock in you now, okay?”
Caleb waited a moment, giving you a moment to take it all back, to tell him that you weren’t ready for this.
That moment never came.
So Caleb pressed forward, moving so damn slowly that he was almost worried that the sun would rise and scare off all the shadows that gave you both the boldness to do things like this. His eyes fell to that place where his swollen dick met your entrance, watching as your core parted around him, taking him in, swallowing the length, and squeezing in rhythmic pulses. The sounds you made as he breached inside were something that Caleb would store deep in the vaults of his memories, never to be forgotten. Your breaths were synchronizing, long and deep and centering as you joined together, but edged with the shakiness of doing this for the first time.
“Talk to me, sweetheart,” Caleb whispered on a desperate exhale, trying to sound cool and collected, but feeling nothing of the sort. He could feel that electricity you had spoken of, that lightning-like pleasure striking every nerve ending in his body as he stretched your wet cunt around him. “Is this what you need?”
“Yeah, daddy,” you answered, cross-eyed and dazed with pleasure. “Mmm… I-I knew your fingers weren’t enough… this is—ah! This is good, I feel sooo full. It hurts, but… it hurts good, Caleb.”
He kept sliding in, tantalizingly slow, savoring every inch of your body as it slid around his shaft. You said you felt full now, but he still had several inches to give you… He moaned at the thought, burying his face into your neck and nipping at the skin there. “You promise it doesn’t hurt too much?”
“I promise, I promise, I promise,” you chanted. “Give me more.”
The words made his dick twitch, and he had to pause for just a moment to make sure he didn’t cum too quickly. “Baby, I’ll give you more of me, but can you do me a favor in exchange?” he asked, nuzzling his nose just behind your ear.
“Mm… anything, Caleb, what do you need?”
“I need more of you. I need the rest of your body,” he pleaded, his hands seeking out the other panel that hid the buttons to access your chest. “Can I release more of your armor? So I can see you better?”
You shivered as he finally bottomed out inside of you, his balls pressed flush against your ass as he leaned his weight on your lower half. “You can have all of me, daddy. I’m yours.”
He didn’t waste time, flipping up the panel and pressing the button to slide the chest plates off your breasts. As the metal slid back to reveal the flesh beneath, he took in how erect your nipples were with pleasure, how shiny your skin was with sweat. There were red, indented panel lines pressed into your tits from where the exosuit was too tightly molded around your body. He would’ve traced the lines with his tongue if you weren’t so small beneath him that he couldn’t reach.
So fucking edible. Like a candy that he alone had the pleasure of unwrapping. He wanted to bite you, to bruise you, to leave his own marks visible, but he tamed that impulse, at least for now. You were doing so good. He didn’t want to scare you off when you were being so brave already.
You shifted underneath him, and Caleb watched completely mesmerized as the flesh of your breasts rippled with the movement. “Caaa—leb,” you whined, grinding down on his dick as he kept perfectly still, begging his orgasm to hold back just a little while longer. “I’m so full, but I want… I want to feel you moving inside me again. Like you did with your fingers. Can… can you do that again?”
“You want me to move inside you?” he asked. “Do you want to know what that’s called, sweetheart?”
“Tell me, tell me, tell me…” you said, bouncing with every word, your tits echoing the movement and quivering against the metal frame of your exosuit.
“That’s called fucking, baby,” he answered, nuzzling into your neck again as he began to thrust his cock. “Sex. Mating. Making love. Do you like when daddy fucks you, baby?”
“Oh—yes, I love it, Caleb,” you whimpered, words punctuated by his thrusts. “Caleb—ah—I, I, I feel weird again, I—”
Caleb chuckled, picking up speed as he pushed his dick in and out of your slick core. “Mm, I bet you do, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezing me. You’re soaking me, too, I can feel you getting all over me… You want to know what that means? You want to know what happens when daddy fucks his baby real good like this?”
“Tell me, Caleb, tell me—”
“It’s called a climax, sweetheart. An orgasm. Daddy’s gonna make you cum.” He whispered each word directly into your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin and making goosebumps race down your spine despite the heat of his body on yours and the heat of the fire beside you. He continued rutting into you, the hot tightness of your pussy and the rhythm of his own words causing his balls to grow tighter, his cock ready to burst. “And you know what else happens? Daddy cums, too, and he fills you up.”
“What are you going to fill me up with?” you gasped out. “I’m already so full, Caleb, I don’t know if anything else will fit…”
“It’ll fit, baby. You were made for this,” he said, kissing along your neck and jaw before claiming your mouth again. His next words were given as a vow directly between your lips. “I’m gonna fill you up with me. With my cum. It’s going to be sticky and messy, but I think you like being all sticky and messy, don’t you, sweetheart? You okay with daddy making a mess in you while we cum together?”
“Nggh, yeah, Caleb, make me messy, fill me up, please.”
“You dirty little girl,” Caleb said with a grin, watching the way your lips parted, the way your eyes fluttered shut as he increased his tempo. “So damn innocent and naive, but still so hungry for my cock. You nasty little thing. Begging for my cum and you don’t even know what it is. You trust me, baby? You trust me to give you what you need?”
“Yes, daddy!” you mewled in answer. “I—I—I trust you! Give me your cum, I want it!”
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll give you my cum. But you better give me yours, too. Show daddy who this tight little hole belongs to.”
He looked back down at where he was fucking you, unblinking as he took in your spread-out pussy speared on his dick. Tendrils of your slick dripped down from every inch of flesh; his gaze trailed over to the wet edge of his exosuit where his codpiece had pulled back into its track.
Hmmm…
He accessed that same connection between his mind and the main control unit, overriding the mechanics of the codpiece and causing the motor there to misfire in the same way that caused his fingers to vibrate. It made the entire baseplate around his groin begin to hum deliciously, sending thrumming waves of tremors down his length. Caleb bottomed out inside of you again, pressing his cock as far as it would go, grinding your bare, slick clit against the edge of the vibrating exosuit near the base of his cock.
“Oh! I… I feel really weird, daddy! I think I’m… oh, oh, Caleb, I think I’m going to cum—!”
The words pulled the orgasm from him hard, like you’d tied a rope around it and yanked it right out of the depths of his cock. His cum came out in rapid-fire bursts accompanied by his mewling moans of release, and fuck, you were right, not much else could fit inside you, because the liquid came spurting down his shaft and dripped down his balls, smearing all over both of your thighs. You were pulsing so damn tight around him that it made thick waves of his seed squirt out from your core with every throb.
“Fuck, baby, yeah, you’re cumming,” Caleb panted, seeking out your tongue with his own again as the climax continued on. He wanted to be connected to you in every way possible, wanted every hot, slick part of yourselves tangled together.
He hadn’t cum like this, not ever. Not when he’d desperately pleasured himself back at the lab to the thought of you; not when you’d finished kissing him the past few nights, and he waited for you to go to sleep so he could empty himself while watching you. Nothing compared to this, to being buried deep inside your pussy as you cried wordlessly for more.
“Feel how you’re squeezin’ me, baby? So tight and hot and wet? You’re so good, sweetheart, so fucking perfect.” The words rambled out of him, the floodgates of his nastiest thoughts completely open. “Gonna make you cum on me for the rest of your life. Every night, baby. Think you can do that for daddy? Think you can take daddy’s dick every night? My baby’s pussy fits so fucking perfect on me, I’m never going to want to leave. This little hole was made for me. Ah, fuck—”
The last few pulses of his pleasure felt like his soul was fleeing his body. Gods, he felt like he was going to fucking blackout. He was no longer bracing himself above you; he’d collapsed completely on top of you, his hips rutting and thrusting of their own accord as they spilled every last drop of his cum in your sheath.
As the waves of his pleasure eased, Caleb stayed just like that for a long moment, pinning you to the ground with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He realized too late that he’d been sucking on your skin in a desperate attempt to keep anchored to this reality, now evidenced by the dark, purple bruises marring your throat. The sight made his cock throb hard one more time—it was almost painful after experiencing such an overwhelming orgasm.
It took the very last of his strength to lift his head and look down at your face.
He searched for any signs of regret, pain, fear, anything bad at all that meant he should feel guilty for pushing you into this so quickly, but there was nothing of the sort. Just blushing cheeks, sparkling firelit eyes, and a sweet little smile that had his heart doing backflips again.
“Mmm… Caleb, that was soo good… what else can you teach me, daddy?”
°˖✧~*♡*~✧˖°