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"Hold still." Calloused hands gingerly rub a damp washcloth across your forehead. When your stomach begins to gurgle, you grimace. "Again?" Caleb frowns.
"Not… thiss time," you frown, lifting a glass of water to your lips from the bathroom counter. Every word is slurred and slow. "Think'm hungry… yeah."
Sighing deeply, Caleb pinches his nose. "What do you want to eat?"
"Youuuu!" Rolling his eyes, he grabs the washcloth again, kneading soap into it. When he turns from the sink to start removing your makeup from your cheeks, you grasp his wrist with both hands. "Ya gotta do the eyess firsst."
"Let go. I'm gonna grab somethin’ to sit on."
When he comes back, he sits upon the stool and entraps you between both knees. You feel the tickling of his breath upon your face as he leans forward to wipe your eyes with the cloth, cheeks heating from the close proximity - not from the alcohol, of course.
"Wait!" Giggling, you stop him again. His irritation subsides with the sound, lilac eyes softening. "You gotta use the cotton balls! With the makeup remover!"
"Y'know, I should start chargin' you." Turning to open the cabinet, he pulls out the items in question. "Every time you ask me to do something, it's one kiss."
In your drunken stupor, you quirk a brow at him. "Chargin' me? Ferwhat?"
Caleb places a hand upon your temple, rubbing gentle circles. "Silly girl." It comes out as almost a whisper, his fond gaze leaving yours only to pour the makeup remover upon the cotton ball.
"Put it on my tab," a cheeky grin graces your features. As he leans in again, you close your eyes, feeling the cool dampness from the ball soothe your eyelid. The sides of his fingers slightly graze your cheeks. Breathing in deeply, you inhale his scent - cardamom and something woodsy, with a mechanical undertone. It propels you forward, and you kiss him with fervor.
Caleb returns the favor, chapped lips chasing yours, fingers still deftly circling your eyes. He parts from you. "Easy, gotta make sure I don't poke your eyes out." You pout. In return, he gives you a lopsided smile. "Just let me get your makeup off first."
"Wantchuu," you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to touch foreheads. You back away. "Wait. I’ve gotta pee." You push your leg against his to shoo him away, but he doesn’t budge.
"Lemme finish taking your makeup off." Caleb's breathing is shallow and heavy with tension.
"Noooo, like now." As you rise to move away, you feel the weight of gravity upon your hips, keeping you glued to your perch upon the toilet seat. "Wha-"
"Hold it for me." Brows pinched together, his gaze is dark.
"What’cha mean? Itsh only gonna take a second."
"Annnnd it’s only gonna take a second for me to get your makeup off. Wait. I know you can."
You squirm, uncomfortable with the building pressure in your bladder. "Okay then."
Caleb continues, grabbing a washcloth. You whimper at the noise of the water running in the sink, the dripping when it slows causing you to squeeze your thighs together. It doesn't escape his notice. "Impatient?"
"Hardly." Stubborn as ever, you refuse to let him win now. As he wipes the foundation from your face, he grazes your nose - and you sneeze, feeling a bit of warmth trickle out into your panties. "O-oh. No, Caleb. I have to go now."
With a small smile, Caleb wrings out the washcloth. You feel the weight of gravity upon your body, keeping you in place. "No-can-do, princess. Think I'm gonna lift the lid for ya, though."
"What?" You stare at him, incredulous. "Why?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Because there'ss no reashon to!"
"Are you saying you can't hold it, then?"
You grit your teeth, resolve unwavering. "Fine."
He allows you to stand again as he lifts the lid, and you sit back down. A shudder goes down your spine as you struggle not to let any liquid escape you, the feeling of being ready if your bottoms weren't on overwhelming your senses. As his eyes glint with something dark and mischievous, it dawns on you then - he wants you to lose control.
You won't let him win.
"Caleb."
"Yeah?" He avoids your gaze, watching your leg rapidly bouncing under you.
"My makeup is off now."
As he opens a drawer to grab your exfoliant, he grins. "Yeah, but we haven't done your skincare routine yet."
A small groan of irritation escapes your lips. Of course he would make you wait longer. His hands meet your thighs, parting them slowly. "Gotta make room for me, yeah? Need to make sure I'm applying everything… precisely." Your legs bounce and waver as you whine, unable to form words for a moment as an urgent wave passes through you.
"Caleb, please."
"You can go any time. I'm not stoppin' you." With cold foam glazed upon his fingers, he begins lathering your face.
"Yes you are, you're using your Evol! I can't get up!" Your frustration is sobering you up quickly.
"And does that stop you from going?"
You look at him in horror, then narrow your eyes at him. "I'm not letting you win."
"Good." Caleb grabs a fresh cloth to wipe your face, slow as molasses, in tiny swirls. His breath tickles your ears, his torso dangerously close to your core; a warm presence between your thighs making it harder not to let go. Squirming even more now, you gasp as he holds your legs still. "Just the lotion now, yeah? Then we're done."
Rolling your eyes at his blatant dishonesty, you comply - not that you really have a choice, as the weight of his Evol upon you has you feeling like a puppet on a string. "And then what?"
Caleb smiles. "You'll see."
Smothering your face in lotion with his palms, he smushes your cheeks for good measure. You can't help it - you giggle.
You didn't realize that would be so dangerous.
A spurt comes out without warning from just your tiny laugh, and you would close your legs instantly… if you could. Desperately shaking, you send a silent prayer to whatever deity that you will not wet yourself in front of Caleb.
He shoots you a knowing look, palming your inner thigh. "Think I'm gonna check to see who won."
"Wh-"
Pulling down your shorts, Caleb hums in approval at the wetness of your panties, far too damp to be your slick. "Looks like you couldn't hold it. Shame." As he moves backwards, he leans down, bringing his face between your thighs. Doesn't seem like a shame at all... You roll your eyes. Before you can protest, his tongue licks a large line up the cloth covering your core, circling your clit through your panties.
Against your will, you feel another bit of liquid leak from you. His breath is hot against your pussy through the fabric as he inhales, nosing your clit, and your body trembles. "N-no, stop. I can't hold it when you-"
"Yeah?" Caleb backs away and stands, watching you squirm with his arms folded. "Then go."
Feeling the weight of his Evol again, you hiss in frustration. "Let me up first! I can't move!"
"Alright then."
Lifting you in his arms, you throw a plethora of insults at him as he walks to the bedroom, leaning back in the bed and setting you upon his lap. Your legs are weighed down heavily, but the rest of you is free, and you use the opportunity to pinch his cheeks in anger. "Why are you being such a weirdo today? And you didn't win, by the way. I still have to go, so let. Me. Go."
With an amused look, Caleb eyes your ever-moving form as it wriggles within his grasp. Your wet panties grind down upon the crotch of his jeans as you struggle to avoid the friction. He chases it. "Preeeetty sure I did."
"Yeah, but why do you even want to- oh." You gasp as he pushes down on your bladder with his palm. "Why- I c-can't…"
Caleb's lust-addled eyes trail down to where your bodies meet as another warm spurt is accidentally released from you. It trickles down… down… down… and doesn't stop. His eyes widen as realizes you're finally wetting yourself, and you're atop him doing so, the liquid slowly pooling between you and cascading down his thighs. You moan in unison, and you're slowly rolling your hips against him as you whimper from the strength of the stream. Feeling his cock harden further in response underneath his jeans, you rub yourself upon him recklessly. "F-fuck," he whispers, incredulous. "So bad. Thought you'd be a good girl for me, yeah?"
All you can do is sigh in relief as you continue to wet, your pee soaking his jeans, his boxers, the sheets, everything. A fountain never-ending, you grind against his crotch with a head full of air, so full of relief you cannot feel anything else. "P-please…"
Caleb pulls down his bottoms and moves your panties to the side, letting your liquid hit his cock directly. His guttural groans echo in the bedroom as he rubs his length against your folds, your nectar pooling around his base.
As you finally finish with a tiny trickle, a wave of confusion hits you. "What even just happened?"
"I won." He states simply, as if you didn't just wet yourself atop him. You playfully swat Caleb's arm, and he laughs, pulling you down closer to him. "Think we can, uh…" Gesturing vaguely, his eyes flit down to where your bodies meet.
"I'm tempted to leave you like this after that." He pouts. After rolling your eyes at him for the millionth time today, your lips find his to softly meld together.