He dips his chin, lips parted, eyes heavy with trust and heat. I slide my fingers under the waistband of his sweats and ease them down until they fall to the floor.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe. Leaning close, my lips brushing over his temple as I make my way down to his jaw. He tilts his head, offering himself, and I kiss him softly, letting the tension bleed out of him into me.
My own hoodie and shirt come off, and I tug my sweatpants down, leaving us both in our underwear.
The sight of him, just like this—vulnerable, needy,completely mine—hits me like a wave. My hands trace over him again, fingers exploring, holding onto what’s always been mine.
He leans into me, lips finding mine for a long, slow kiss. His hands move down my back, grip my hips, and hold onto my ass. And I let him, holding him like he belongs here.
Because he does.
This is where he was always meant to be.
In my arms.
My bed.
Easing him down until he’s lying back, pulling me on top of him. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like a puzzle we didn’t even know was missing pieces until we were together again. He pushes into me, arms curling around my neck, legs tangling with mine.
We stay like that for a long moment, just breathing, letting the heat between us settle into a fire that won’t die.
I press soft kisses along his jawline, over his temple, lips brushing his shoulder. He hums against me, a low sound that makes something ache in my chest.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur against his skin, letting my hands roam lightly over his sides and his back, memorizing him all over again.
Caleb groans and I know it’s because of the compliment.
“One day, I’ll tell you and you’ll believe me. Every part of you is perfect, Caleb. Down to the very marrow of your bones.”
He kisses me softly, then buries his face against my neck. Caleb’s hands clutch at my back, holding me like I’m the only thing keeping him from falling apart. I run my fingers through his hair, brushing strands from his damp forehead, kissing the top of his head.
“I-I,” he wiggles slightly, then pushes me to my back, straddling me, lips finding mine, hands buried in my hair.
“Baby… I need you,” he whispers, voice husky, trembling. “I need… this… us…”
I pull him close, wrapping my arms around him, letting him mold himself against my chest. We’re quiet now, just the soft press of lips, the warmth of skin on skin, and the small, perfect intimacy of being together without pretense.
Trailing my hands down his sides again, my fingers tracing the curve of his hip, up along his back. His breath hitches, soft and needy, and I press my forehead to his once more.
“Let me taste you first,” I breathe into the crook of his neck. “Every part of you. Right here. Right now.”
He nuzzles into me, soft kisses trailing over my chest and neck. “Yes… ”
I flip us with ease, putting him on his back. I kiss from his neck down his chest and stomach to the waistband of his boxer briefs. The outline of his cock makes my mouth water.
“You’re so hard for me,little brother.”
Caleb lets out a low groan at me calling him that. I lean down, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
My hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of him. I can feel his heartbeat racing against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
“You taste so good, baby,” my lips move against his throat, feeling his pulse flutter beneath my tongue.
I continue my descent, my hands gripping his hips as I pull his underwear off and position myself between his now spread legs. Caleb’s breath stutters, his body trembling.
“Mig—” He doesn’t get to finish saying my name before I move. Starting slow, my tongue traces the length of his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside. Caleb moans, his hips bucking off the bed.
I laugh low in my throat as I look at him stretched out in front of me.
