cake oneshots || book two

I Like The Sounds You Make (When You're Wrecked) (E)

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what a babe

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"Oh, this is much fancier than I thought it'd be." Luke said, looking at his attire which was a button down dress shirt and black slacks. Sure, it wasn't too casual, but almost everyone else, including Calum was wearing a pristine suit so the blonde felt out of place a bit. The dining hall had dimmed lights and scented candles on every table, making it appear extra fancy.

"They certainly put a lot of work into a charity dinner." Luke chuckled nervously, clinging to Calum's side.

"Don't sweat it Lukey. You look fine." Calum finally spoke, having been momentarily distracted by seeing Michael and his girlfriend chatting with Ashton and his girlfriend as well. He tugged Luke in their direction before continuing and said "And I know, but the company hosting this event is like a trillion dollar franchise, so it's expected and actually lower than what I initially anticipated." he explained with a scoff. Luke felt himself shrink a bit as he was once again reminded how rich Calum was and how usual this type of thing was for him. Eventually, they settled at a table and the event began. Some nerdy man with huge spectacles started on a speech that no one but Luke was really listening to. Ashton and Michael were too engrossed in their girlfriends and Calum was just bored, annoyed that Luke was actually intently paying attention to someone that wasn't himself. That wouldn't do.

"I could wreck you so bad right now, everyone would be wondering why the hell you're limping without holding a cane." He whispered in Luke's ear nonchalantly, starting off small. The younger boy froze, attention diverted much to Calum 's delight. He slowly turned to Calum and gave him a look, moving back seconds later to refocus on the lecture. Calum huffed to himself, obviously needing to up his game.

"What are you wearing under that outfit baby boy?" He asked huskily, making Luke blush a bit as he remembered what exactly was under his slacks.

"Cal, please." Luke whispered back, squirming in his chair for a moment before sighing in relief at Calum's compliance. Or so he thought.

"There's a bathroom right behind us. I'm sure we can have a quickie before this joker actually begins asking for funds." Calum insists, smirking at the reaction he was getting. But Luke still wasn't really budging on the matter, so Calum glared and thought of a new strategy. He subtly placed a hand under the silky white tablecloth and maneuvered it to Luke's pants, the younger boy's breath hitching noticeably. Calum grinned evilly, knowing this would work. It had to. He worked his hand up to Luke's manhood and rubbed it harshly against the body part, making Luke whine softly.

"You little slut. Making noises at this table where anyone could hear you. You have no shame do you baby boy?" Calum asked filthily, smirking when Luke's cheeks heated up in his usual manner when he was being talked to like this. His love for being humiliated was Calum 's dream.

"N-not a slut." He weakly protested, begging Calum to move his hand away before he spilled into his pants like a little boy.

"But you are Lukey, aren't you? You might just make a mess of yourself down there and then what would everyone say?" Calum mocked. "Everyone would see you creaming your panties like some twelve year old virgin, wouldn't they baby boy?" Calum egged on, rubbing his dick harder. Luke whimpered this time, tears threatening to fall out if something didn't happen soon.

"C-Cal, p-please. Not here." Luke begged, trying to move Calum 's hand, but the older boy used the hand that wasn't pleasuring Luke to lock his bony hands together and stop him from trying.

"Weak little whore. Can't escape my grasp on you of one hand with both of yours. It's pathetic. You're pathetic." Calum said, dominance dripping in his tone and if he didn't stop in the next ten seconds, Luke really would make a mess of himself in his panties.