Chapter 33 S**

Caleb hadn't expected the night to take this turn, but as he looked at Preston—flushed, eager, and undeniably beautiful—he was grateful for the lube he always had but never thought would come in handy tonight.

Caleb hovered over Preston, his gaze filled with a mix of hunger and tenderness. He traced his fingers along Preston's jaw, admiring the way his lips parted under his touch.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

Preston's eyes gleamed with confidence as he nodded. "I've never been more sure of anything."

That was all Caleb needed. He crushed his lips against Preston's, their mouths moving together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. Their tongues met, teasing and tasting, setting every nerve ablaze.

Preston moaned into the kiss, his body arching into Caleb's as heat coursed through him.

Caleb's hands roamed freely, gliding over Preston's warm skin, memorizing every inch. He kissed down Preston's neck, stopping to suck at his pulse point, relishing the soft gasp that escaped his lips. His mouth trailed lower, his lips worshipping Preston's chest as he flicked his tongue over one hardened nipple, then the other, savoring each reaction.

Preston's fingers tangled in Caleb's hair, guiding him lower as anticipation built between them.

Caleb smirked against his skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Preston's stomach. His fingers teased the waistband of the delicate underwear Preston had worn just for him, his breath hitching at the sight of his lover—bare, vulnerable, and absolutely stunning.

"You are so beautiful," Caleb murmured, his voice thick with admiration. He slid the fabric down, exposing Preston's fully aching need that was half exposed already Without hesitation, he wrapped his fingers around Preston's length, stroking him slowly, teasingly.

"Cay… please," Preston whimpered, his hips bucking into the touch.

Caleb chuckled, reveling in how desperate Preston already was.

"Patience, baby."

He leaned down, flicking his tongue over the tip before taking Preston into his mouth. The warmth, the wetness—it was enough to make Preston cry out, his fingers tightening in Caleb's hair.

Caleb worked him with skilled precision, sucking and licking, his hands gripping Preston's trembling thighs to hold him in place.

Preston was already on the edge, but just as he was about to fall over, Caleb pulled away, licking his lips as he looked up at him with a wicked glint. "Not yet."

Preston whined in protest, but before he could say more, Caleb was kissing him again, swallowing every needy sound that left his lips. He pressed his arousal against Preston's, making them both moan at the contact.

"I want you," Preston breathed against Caleb's lips. "All of you."

Caleb groaned, his self-control snapping. He reached for the lube, coating his fingers before meeting Preston's gaze. "Relax for me, baby."

Preston nodded, his trust in Caleb absolute. He spread his legs wider as Caleb's slick fingers found his entrance. The first touch made him shiver, but Caleb took his time, whispering sweet praises as he prepared him, ensuring he was ready for what was to come.

"You're perfect," Caleb murmured, pressing kisses along Preston's jaw. "So perfect for me."

Preston moaned, his body relaxing under Caleb's touch. When he felt ready, he met Caleb's eyes, his voice barely a whisper. "I need you, Cay. Now."

Caleb's breath hitched as he slicked himself, positioning between Preston's thighs. "I'll go slow," he promised, his voice trembling with restraint.

Preston cupped his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss. "I trust you."

With that, Caleb slowly pushed inside, groaning at the tight heat that wrapped around him. Preston gasped, nails digging into Caleb's shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. The discomfort quickly faded, replaced by something deeper, something overwhelming.

"God, you feel amazing," Caleb whispered, his lips ghosting over Preston's forehead.

Preston wrapped his legs around Caleb's waist, urging him deeper. "Move, Cay," he pleaded.

Caleb obeyed, setting a slow, steady rhythm. He wanted Preston to feel every inch, every thrust. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, moans and gasps filling the room. Preston met each thrust eagerly, his hands clutching at Caleb, completely lost in the pleasure.

The tension built higher and higher, their movements growing more frantic. Caleb adjusted his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside Preston that had him crying out, his entire body trembling.

"Caleb—oh God, I'm—" Preston's words broke into a strangled moan as his orgasm crashed over him. His release spilled between them, his body writhing beneath Caleb's.

The sight of Preston's release sent Caleb over the edge. With a few more erratic thrusts, he followed, spilling deep inside his lover, groaning his name as he buried himself completely.

They collapsed together, bodies tangled, their breathing heavy and uneven. Caleb kissed Preston's forehead, then his cheeks, then his lips—soft, reverent kisses, as if worshiping him.

"I love you," Caleb whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

Preston smiled, tracing lazy patterns on Caleb's back. "I love you too, Cay."

They lay there, wrapped around each other, basking in the warmth of their love. But Caleb wasn't satisfied yet.

With a playful smirk, he leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to Preston's lips. "I hope you're not too tired," he murmured, his hands already roaming again. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Preston's breath hitched as Caleb began to move once more, his desire reigniting instantly.

And before the night was over, Caleb had taken him twice more, leaving them both completely spent, tangled together in the sheets until sleep finally claimed them.