It doesnβt even occur to him how βexcitedβ he may come off as. Can you blame him? Spending Valentines with a special someone, knowing well where it ends up tonight β¦
Sometimes you just wanna rip the bandaid and take them on the table beforeβ
Ahem β too much? Or not enough? π
Cute. . .
Still typing his out β judging by the surprisingly lack of grammar and spelling corrections.
π² β Even a csptin gwts his daus off . . he has priorites.
What can he say? Typing with one hand is hard.
Hm . . . perhaps he should've just left him on read.
Raising an eyebrow. Tapping the microphone icon on his keyboard, not feeling like typing it out.
π² β It's more . . . surprise, if anything. You'd think someone with a job like yours would be more occupied.
Oh? Thatβs a bonus for them? Here he was thinking jealousy would be a harsh punishment considering β¦ ahem. Well β look at Sylus! And look where Caleb is!
βBecause you love me?β
Leaning down, a gentle caress of his face before hovering lips above his. <3
Not quite. Doesn't help that they seem to be rather disoriented due to his Evol. And while he's rather generous with his employees, bonuses don't include . . watching him.
β You're shameless. I don't know why I let you act however you'd like around me. β
Eye roll. Arms crossed.
Silence β¦ no text back. He almost expected that outcome, but wow it hurts!
Atleast β until the ding comes in, a small grin at the sudden questioning.
π²: Am i not allowed to text my partner late at night? I miss you <3
He'd say he seems like that kind of person as well. Just due to . . . observation.
Not sending anything back just yet. Tapping the picture and saving it. Nothing he's gotta know, though.
π² β Nothing much. What are you texting me for?
bare minimum as he bites his tongue to retain noise.
Next? Heβd reach for those garments, a forceful grip before he takes both the others wrist alongside the hand holding them and forcefully raises them.
βLook at my work, Rafayel. What iβve done to them, thinking of you.β
βOh? Whats the matter? You craved your panties back so badly before β and now?β
Caleb seems awfully sadistic at this very moment, a balance of it with his masochistic wants. Leaning in, his body becoming more heated by the second. Itβs raise in temperature becoming the β
-- next to him.
" Sweet?! You're gross. Deranged. You make me want to *puke*, Caleb. "
Sounding out words as he averts eyes from the violated garments. That same sweet scent that clung to the panties clings to his skin like a note of temptation - unbound even by the heat.
What β are his men useless at their job? Come on, the only ones whoβll walk in are those heβs permitted. They can enjoy the show while theyβre at it!
βExactly what Iβm promising.β
Already arriving at the bedroom, a lick of his lips as he softly lays Sylus near the edge.
Haah . . . now his house is free to enter, great. Admitting he's doing that makes it seem even more embarrassing for him. Just . . . the fruits of his labor.
β For . . . tonight? Are you implying thatοΏ½οΏ½οΏ½ Ugh . . . of course you are. β
Mmmmm β donβt think he did close the door. Too busy focusing on those damn delicious curves of his! Seriously, what kind of body is this?
β I know, but why let you? You should conserve your energy for tonight. β
Humming, strutting happily to the bedroom.
Yeah . . . even though by now, those are bound to happen just by . . . virtue of being.
Raising an eyebrow, sighing as he's swept off his feet. Did he even close the door before doing that?
β . . . You know I can walk just fine, right? β
Yeah β Caleb is pretty damn cringe.
The type of playboy to call you pet names in public just to get people eyeing you both up, the partner whoβs got his arm around your waist and β¦ probably down your pants.
Also the type whoβs currently sending a late night βwyd?β photo.
βI *defiled* them.β
Blunt admittance. Unashamed now β what playful banter he had before becoming that of unashamed immoral acts.
βThey became my everything. My cumrag, my sweat rag β¦ my porn β used for their sweet smell.β A taunting tone carried upon his lips, digits gently β
-> fish.
"So, you *did take them, you *pervert!" He spits the words triumphantly, rather ignorant of the threat lingering in Caleb's words. "Spit it out already. And tell me where the rest are, too!"
Great to hear he got the memo ! Saves the time and awkward misunderstandings !
Looking that figure down and up , seeming to be thin enough to see through. A hungry gaze, followed by Caleb helping himself in and picking Sylus up like nothing, hands under his thighs for support !
Well β he did. More of a warning for future events, if anything.
That was . . . rather quick. Thought he'd taken a little longer. Quite unnecessary, if he asks him. Opening the door, a loose crimson dress shirt on him, legs bare β if not for the red adorning them.
. . π’
A firm pull of his mechanical arm, a motion as if pulling rope, just to use his Evol. A harsh increase and shift of gravity, enough to hold the other by his shoulder.
βRather rude to intrude infront of me, isnt it?β
Leaning in, his voice a pissed whisper.
β>
Oh β did he not get that from the photo? Sorry, he probably should have specified!
His part of the gift is coming into the driveway right about now! Pulling in β seeming to part the path from his men with a small dose of his Evol with a smile on his face. Knock knock!
. . . Hmph. That'll do for now. Serves as entertainment while he waits.
They were . . . good enough. Though, seems more like a gift for him, no? Next time he wants him to bring himself along with said garments so he can get something out of it. π
Small twitching in his eye, a huff following. Nasty? Thats a harsh word, now how can he be blamed? He works almost every hour of the day.
β Yet youβve no more evidence to prove otherwise, just this one set. So whoβs really in the wrong here? β
Still as smug as ever. β¨
"Open-minded?! You fucked your nasty cock into my underwear, you damn idiot!"
Seriously. This pair of panties *reek, and these are the newest pair to go missing. He doesn't want to think of what happened to the other ones.
"Just admit to it already, you liar. You can't flirt
Sending @FEATHEREDONYX a quick photo with no text with it. No context, nothing.
Considering what βgiftβ he sent him earlier though, itβs probably pretty clear what the context could be.
Hope he liked the new βclothes.β π
βNow youβre accusing me of that to? Thats low, even for me.β
If thatβs low β Caleb is playing limbo right now. Whistling, almost comedically so at how he was so easily caught for the rest of them.
βBe a little open-minded fishy! I did nothing!β
"Caleb."
Angry fish, huh? Heat surging in the room - scalding like a flash fire.
"These panties smell. They *reek. What the hell did you do to my underwear?"
A pause.
"Are you the reason my underwear keeps disappearing?"
βNope.β
Does he seriously expect a truthful answer out of him? If thatβs all he thinks he did, maybe itβs for the better.
βWell? You got them back. Youβre welcome.β β¨
Snatching them out of the air. And then almost immediately dropping them when his fingers meet a rather sticky spot on the fabric.
Blink. Stare. Then a heated little noise, half rage and half flustered notes.
" . . Did you jerk off with my panties, Caleb ?! "
. . Nope. Heβs not answering. He doesnβt need to. β¨
He wants them back? Fine! Have them! Tossing the β¦ clearly very used panties without a meeting of eyes. Yeah, heβd rather not explain.
A set he's aware of - Hey?! How long has he been watching - AHEM.
They're .... Mmphf. Fine. They're his. They're comfortable. Is that an issue? π’ Now tell him why he took them.