cake oneshots || book two

Soft And Wet (E)

Credit: antisocialhood

So this one was made awhile ago and I've been kinda back and forth on if I wanted to post this one or not because it's basically humiliation and on one side I'm like okay this is hot but on the other side I'm like wtf that's so mean I feel so bad for Luke wyd calum.

Idk read for yourself haha

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Calum's sitting on the bed when Luke comes out of the shower. He looks guilty, cheeks a soft pink and his lower lip rubbed a deep red - excessive chewing, Luke concludes as he pulls a pair of shorts on and drops the towel, back to the older boy.

"I think we should talk," Calum sounds awkward and tense, and he's shifting on the bed uncomfortably. A heavy silence falls over them both as Luke moves forward shakily, feet pulling him along even though his mind hasn't really processed the movement. Calum won't look him in the eye, seeming suddenly immersed in the block patterns of the carpet.

"You know I..." Calum cuts off and swings his head towards the window, like talking to the curtains would be easier than talking to Luke, "I care about you, a lot. You know that? Like, I love you, yeah?" He puts his hand on Luke's and squeezes, a small gesture that has Luke relaxing - just a bit. "You know, like, I wouldn't ever intentionally hurt you, right?" Luke squirms and pulls his hand out from under Calum's. The older boy turns quickly away from him, eyes flashing with something heavy and unreadable, something akin to guilt but not as severe.

"I mean, yeah?" It's a question, really, not an answer, and that in itself holds much more weight than it should have to.

"You know I love you," Calum moves his hand to Luke's thigh, rubs slowly up and down, nodding himself as if to tell Luke to mimic him. Luke does, nodding quickly. He watches Calum's hand, feels his breath catch in his throat every time the older boy's fingers trail along the inside of his thigh. "You know -" He pauses and looks to the carpet again. "I love your dick, you know that.

Fuck, Luke thinks, cheeks flushing. He tears his eyes from the older boys face and looks towards the door. He can feel himself chubbing up, wants to cry because Calum's looking at him with these pitiful eyes. He nods though, wills himself to stay calm, tells his dick to chill the fuck out because Calum could break Luke's heart just as easily as he could get him off.

Calum's quiet, holding his breath as if that will ease him into whatever he's about to say. "Your dick isn't doing it for me, Luke. Like, it's really hot when you get all dominant and hold me down and stuff, but...but when you fuck me," He shakes his head, cheeks a dark pink, and he looks up finally, chewing hard at his plump bottom lip. "I can't feel it."

Luke wants to bury himself alive at this point. The idea that his boyfriend isn't satisfied with him is overwhelming, and in the wrong sense. He's hard, painfully so, and the thin material of his shorts does almost nothing to hide the fact. When did humiliation become something that got Luke worked up? He feels like he's losing himself, and it's worse when Calum's hand moves up his thigh again, further than before. It's like he knows that Luke's cock is leaking from his words, and he probably does.

"You're tiny, Luke." Calum smiles weakly, like he doesn't know if he should be saying any of this. He tightens his hand on Luke's thigh, "Barely even get in me before you're nutting and I mean, it's nice to suck you off 'cause you can't choke me, but I need something more substantial, I need bigger."

And Luke can't help but whimper, broken and tiny. Calum smiles this time, brushes a finger over Luke's cock and hums. "Can't even feel you." He cups his dick through the thin shorts and squeezes softly. Luke wheezes, leans forward and clenches his thighs. Calum's word hit harder than they should, aimed directly at his cock and Luke's seeing stars.