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You've made a new friend at work, and since you've had trouble with doing that in the past, Caleb should be happy for you. But he can't help it. Every time he sees that coworker of yours smile at you, and you answer with a radiant grin and that laugh of yours he adores so much, his fists clench and his teeth grit.
He knows there's no romance there. It's plain as day that both of you see each other as platonic friends. You never hold hands, never stand all that close, never stare at each other with anything in your eyes other than friendship. You've never even had the guy over to your apartment.
But that laugh is supposed to be Caleb's. He should be the one taking you to get boba after work. He should be the person you go to for discussing workplace drama. He should be the only person you text when you want to share something exciting.
And he knows he's being irrational, he knows there's no harm in you having a new friend, that you should have people to spend time with when he's off working in Skyhaven. But he just can't help but feel intensely jealous. He's so used to being your one source of companionship that suddenly gaining competition, no matter how inconsequential, is enough to make him seethe.
He can't tell you how he feels. He knows you'd never be angry with him for it, sweet thing that you are. You'd do your best to affirm his claim over you and work to find a compromise while still being able to keep your newfound friendship. And if Caleb pushed hard enough, you would prioritize his feelings over your outside relationships.
But he won't do that to you. He wouldn't be able to stand seeing that dejected look on your face upon learning you have to give up your new friend you worked so hard to earn.
He can't take the risk of meeting your coworker directly, though it would be entertaining to see his expression upon seeing that you're taken by such an imposing man. No, he has to be more subtle; while at the same time, not being subtle at all.
Once you're finally beneath him again, eyes glazed over and lips swollen from kissing, he parts from your kiss, a delicate string of spit connecting your tongues before snapping.
"Please," he whispers, trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth down to your jaw, his lips barely parting from your skin along the way. He gently suckles on the skin beneath your jawbone, threading his hand into the hair on the back of your neck and tugging to the side just a little. You go pliantly with a whimper, and Caleb feels a shiver travel through your body where it's pressed flush to his.
"Let me?" He breathes the words into your skin, his kisses slowing as he reaches a bit lower. He can tell your thoughts are sluggish, your head dazed with pleasure.
"Just a bite," he pleads, placing a series of teasing kisses all in the same spot. "Right here, please? I promise you'll like it, I promise," Sensing slight hesitation, he trails his free hand down your arm, threading your fingers together before placing your joined hands up by your head.
"What if I hold your hand the whole time?" he asks in a murmur. This gets him an enthusiastic nod as you squeeze his hand, baring your neck for him further in an act of submission. He huffs out a laugh, softly scratching at your scalp with his other hand to get you to relax.
Not just taking the victory and continuing on, Caleb decides to push his luck. "How about you ask me? Just so I can be sure you mean it." At your whine of complaint, he hums, giving you a few more kisses as a bribe. "Mmm, come on, pips. Don't you wanna be good? Don't you wanna make Caleb happy?" He laves his tongue over your skin, earning him a full-body shudder from you. He knows you'll only need a little more convincing to tip over the edge.
"Just say 'Caleb, please bite me'. That's all you gotta do. Can't you say that for me? It's just four words," He sneaks a glance upwards, getting a precious glimpse of your flustered, needy expression, your cheeks burning hot. All for him.
"C-Caleb, please bite me," you whimper out softly. Caleb feels a heady rush, and he groans loudly, squeezing your hand in his own as he begins nibbling and suckling at the soft, vulnerable skin of your neck, his pulls getting gradually stronger as you get used to the feeling. He finishes off with a bite that leaves you gasping, your body jerking beneath his as your breath stutters.
Caleb softly shushes you as he pulls back up to meet your eyes. He finds them wet, with tear droplets clinging to your eyelashes and gently dripping down your face. He kisses all over your cheeks until you start to giggle, wrapping your arms around him to keep him close.
"You did so good for me, baby." He murmurs, staring into your eyes, your breaths intermingling. "Mmm, and you've got a pretty mark now." You bruise easily, the mark already turning a pretty shade of red-purple. He catches the pleased glint in your eyes and grins. "Everyone's gonna know who you belong to, yeah?"
When you nod, he brushes his lips against the corner of yours, teasing you. "And who's that, hm? Who do you belong to?" he prompts lowly.
You've long grown tired of his teasing by this point, so you press your lips to his hard, taking him by surprise. It's clumsy and desperate, but no less effective because of it. You pull back barely an inch to speak, determination in your voice. "You, Caleb, you. S'always been you. I'm yours."
Caleb feels a throb deep in his gut upon hearing you say it with such conviction and sincerity, and doesn't waste any more time to pull your lips back into his with both hands tangled in your hair, shoving his tongue into your mouth with a moan.
You don't separate for quite a long time.
Needless to say, Caleb is quite satisfied with sending you back to work with a nice collection of hickies on your neck and shoulders. Your uniform has a collar, but that's not nearly enough to hide everything. You left without time to cover them in makeup, so Caleb got the pleasure of watching you get playfully ribbed on by your friends about your mystery boyfriend.
Well, everyone at your workplace definitely knows you're taken now.