forever is the sweetest con (
delacourtings) wrote2024-02-06 03:03 am
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[fic] forever is the sweetest con ; the cabots, peter/caleb
forever is the sweetest con. the cabots. peter/caleb. r. 300. ao3.
peter’s decided to take on the role of optimist, at least when it comes to the two of them, and it makes caleb want to do stupid things. like hope.
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seasonsofdrabbles treat. title taken from cowboy like me by taylor swift.
peter’s decided to take on the role of optimist, at least when it comes to the two of them, and it makes caleb want to do stupid things. like hope.
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Caleb’s already on edge, already inside the wet, tight, heat of Peter, trying his best not to just take him, when something possesses Peter to say “You’re the only man who’s ever been inside me.” Like Caleb doesn’t already fucking know that. Like it doesn’t cross Caleb’s mind every goddamn day how lucky he is to be the man that gets to have Peter. Then Peter makes it even worse, pushing his ass further down onto Caleb’s cock and gasping, “The only man that’s ever gonna be inside me.” Caleb’s going to fucking combust. >
He’s been so good at being pragmatic about this. But Peter’s decided to take on the role of optimist, at least when it comes to the two of them, and it makes Caleb want to do stupid things. Like hope. Like believe Peter when he talks about the future home they’ll share as if it’s inevitable. Like believe Peter when he says stupid shit like, “You’re it for me, Murphy. I’m not going anywhere. Get used to it.”
He digs his nails into Peter's hips, starts hammering into him the way he’s wanted to all night. He wants to mark Peter up, with his nails, his mouth. He wants to ruin that perfect Cabot polish. Wants to absolutely wreck him and have the world know that he, Caleb, was the one Peter allowed to do it. The one Peter wanted to do it. And somehow Peter seems to just know, without Caleb ever having said a word. Peter reaches behind him, twisting his arm into an unnatural position and grabs the first part of Caleb his hand can reach, yanking Caleb so that he’s plastered against his back.
“Yours,” he says.
Mine, Caleb thinks, biting down, low enough that no one will ever see. All mine.
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