Call Me Yours [BL]

i hope you like it my loves. it's not perfect but i've loved writing it. enjoy NAME PRONUNCIATION Kahili: (Cuh-he-lee) Ardyn: (R-din) Valen: (Val-in) Ardyn doesn't understand the fascination with silicone dildos. At the ripe age of 22, he figures that he'd have some sort of hold on life. He can withstand crippling student debt, he can handle the struggle to keep up with his college courses, and he came to terms with his horrendous sleep schedule years ago. All he really wants is a job that doesn't require him to routinely beg high school students to leave, because no, I know you're not eighteen, and please, I need this job to pay my bills, and why are you this desperate for a thirteen-inch dildo at fifteen. He never says this, of course. Confrontation is high on his list of weaknesses, right below his fear of public speaking. So, when they refuse to leave he can only ever manage to choke out a quiet okay, wipe the imaginary tears streaming from his face, and get Prince to kick them out. Ardyn is no bark, and certainly no bite, while Prince is the complete opposite. "If you tell me how you think you're going to use this," Prince weighs the bright purple dildo in his hand and gives a lazy smirk as he leans on the glass display top, "It's yours." The persistent teenage boy left shortly after telling Prince to shove it up his ass. It earned him nothing more than an eye roll and shooing motion. Prince, in all his blond glory, throws the dildo off to the side and slumps into the chair behind the counter, ready to go back to sleep. Ardyn clasps his hands together and dips his head in the purest show of gratitude to his best friend and roommate. As usual, the overly bright s*x shop is slow. It's nearing night, and even their peak hours don't have much foot traffic. For how much Ardyn complains about his job and how often he works, he truly does like it. The few people who did come in rarely wanted to strike up a conversation, and when they did Prince was typically there to help. There were odd customers, plenty of them. Ones that crossed the line with their playful flirting, ones that couldn't understand that just because Ardyn worked at a s*x shop no, you can't make s****l remarks at me, and the ones that really liked that Ardyn was a hybrid. Do you like your tail pulled during s*x? Ardyn forces the body shuddering memory away with a shake of his head. Coincidentally, all the employees are hybrids, including the owner. Prince is convinced it's because they're hybrids that they were hired. And Ardyn truly has no argument against that, other than a crinkle of his nose. Ardyn is in the middle of contemplating his existence when the bell hanging from the shop door rings and signals a customer. On autopilot, he rattles off, "Hi, welcome in. Let me know—" The words die on his tongue when he finally turns and sees who it is. "Oh," Ardyn blushes, then breathes out a little, "Hi." It's not what he means to say, but he can't quite manage anything else. His usual spiel lodges in his throat, replaced by, "Welcome back." And God, he hopes it doesn't come across as eager as it sounds. The new arrival is a married couple. They grasp his attention so naturally, as if it's theirs to take. When their eyes lock, Ardyn thinks it's better with them anyway. He feels a surge of electricity course through him, his breath hitching. Another unnecessary greeting threatens his lips, a touch too eager and overdone, restrained only by his sheer force of will. The shorter of the two, Valen, greets Ardyn as he always does. His lips stretch into a smile so sweet and inviting, hand lifted in a wave that displays every thin, silver ring adorning his fingers. His face is nothing short of ethereal. Deep brown eyes brimming with a gentle authority that highlights his soft features. Despite his slightly smaller stature, so similar to Ardyn's, Valen's presence stirs Ardyn's primal instinct to please. His entire being exudes a sense of effortless elegance. He wears a flowing light blouse tucked into a pair of black slacks, the ends sitting neatly on dark loafers. It's seemingly perfect on him, tailored to fit his personal stature down to the millimeter. His long, dark hair catches behind his ear, tucked neatly aside to display fitted silver hoop earrings. He's adorned in various accessories, decorating his body in cohesive wealth. Valen wears his husband's hand on the small of his back like another accessory. Kahili is tall, far taller than Ardyn. He has to lean down to listen to Valen's light voice, offering a low hum to whatever his husband says. Ardyn is, despairingly, out of earshot to hear their conversation, but he catches when Valen's eyes drift to him, and the way his lips stretch into a wider smile when he catches Ardyn staring. Ardyn flushes, looks away, and because he's an i***t, he looks back. Valen's hand hovers over his mouth now, a small attempt to hide his silent laughter. And f**k me, even his hands are pretty. "Just go ask if they need help," Prince yawns. Ardyn startles from his infatuation, just barely managing to tear his eyes away. Prince is already watching him, an unimpressed look on his face. It does little to hinder how attractive he is. Blond, shoulder-length hair conceals his ears resting leisurely on his head. Though the same height, his features aren't as soft as Ardyn's, his jaw strong and eyes intimidatingly dark. "Huh? Why would I do that?" Prince exhales a breath of amusement. "Geez, I don't know. I figured an employee offering help was less creepy than whatever you're doing right now." Ardyn scowls, then possibly blushes a bit. He's too distracted to tell. His best attempt at nonchalance is surveying the empty shop... then inevitably surveying them. Kahili is everything Valen seems to lack. He's tall, with a deep, natural tan to his skin that's so similar to Ardyn's, and his voice. Ardyn's stomach flips just thinking of it. It's a voice pitched naturally low, a melodic tilt woven into a thick, husky tone that Ardyn considers addicting. His eyes are as dark as his hair. There's an alluring glint in them, something almost primal whenever he talks to Ardyn. It makes Ardyn weak in terrible, destructive ways. The split-second urge to please— to submit and give in to the overwhelming aura they exude. Valen's voice carries a sweetness to it, silky and so gentle in how he delivers his words, and Ardyn isn't quite sure which one he prefers. Then he shakes his head and pushes the thought away. Why am I even thinking about this? And still, he steals another glance. It was months ago, the first time Ardyn saw them. He was a blushing mess the entire time he rang up their items, stuttering over his usual spiel for customers and handing them back the incorrect amount of change, for a collar. It was the first interaction of many. Ardyn doesn't hold their first in very high regard, but each one that followed had him gradually slipping deeper and deeper into feelings he didn't understand. They frequent the s*x shop almost weekly now. Prince teases him about his little crush whenever the married couple comes in. And it isn't a crush, it really isn't, he swears, he's just so fascinated by them. "Hmm," Prince drawls, recognition lacing his features as he stares at the couple, finally connecting who they are. He stands and squeezes Ardyn's shoulder when he walks by, doesn't suppress his yawn as he throws a hand behind him as a departure. "Godspeed." He disappears into the break room, the beaded curtain swaying even after he's gone. Ardyn barely registers the interaction. He's too busy pretending he's not staring. There's an undeniable classy air about them, so classy that an endless spur of questions clog Ardyn's throat. The lifestyle they lived has him more curious than he'd admit. What did they do to afford to dress in such luxurious clothes? Ardyn isn't well versed in wealth, but he knows expensive when he sees it and it's all but dripping from them. Sometimes— his thoughts strayed a little more than he intended. Why did they buy so many s*x toys? The amount of items they bought and their intended purpose left Ardyn's mind busy for hours. Who was the collar for? To put it plainly, Ardyn has a very bad habit of fixating on pretty people. His heart thumps wildly when they approach the counter—because he knew it was coming. This little routine of theirs—the shop bell would announce their presence, Valen would give a little wave, Kahili would guide them over, hand sitting so pretty on the small of Valen's back, and Ardyn would ask if they needed any help. They always needed help. "Hi, pretty," Valen smiles, the lines of his mouth teetering on a grin. Ardyn's resolve immediately crumbles. Valen has a habit of calling him all sorts of names, and each one makes Ardyn lose his breath just like the last. He tends to call Ardyn sweetheart the most, but pretty— pretty is his favorite. "Hi," Ardyn repeats, breathy and enamored. "What are we getting today?" Valen drawls an attractive, thoughtful noise, but it's all for show. He looks at his husband and tilts his head, smiling. A look passes between them, something knowing and secretive, until Kahili seems to relent. Kahili's hand pinches at Valen's shirt and tugs him closer. He rolls his eyes but there's a fond look on his face. Finally, he answers Ardyn. "A vibrator." "Just a vibrator?" It's awfully plain for them, and Ardyn knows for a fact he's already sold them at least a handful. Kahili hums, a smirk starting to play at his lips. He looks down at Valen. "This one broke our newest one." This time Valen rolls his eyes. "Not broken" he denies. "Just looking for something new." "I have some we can look at," Ardyn says, deliberately ignoring how his tail wags eagerly. He helps them pick out the best vibrator the shop carries, peeking at them now and then as he does. His heart thumps with every realization that all their attention is on him. They follow him around the store and are great listeners, giving timely and appropriate uh-huh's and mhm's. Kahili makes a few comments about toys they've bought in the past that make Ardyn's mind stray much too far. "This one's a favorite," Kahili gestures to a dildo Ardyn helped them pick out last time. He watches him with a lazy smirk and chuckles when Ardyn flushes and sputters for something to say. What's the appropriate response to this? "That's great," he finally chokes out, turning away to hide how pink his face is surely turning. "I'm glad it worked out well." He makes himself busy with picking out a vibrator he thinks, hopes, they don't already have. He puts far too much thought into it, carefully scanning the wall dedicated to just vibrators, and almost forgets they're watching him. Almost—it's impossible to ignore the gentle air of cologne around Khaili, masculine and muted in ways that Ardyn considers addicting. Ardyn doesn't look at him, but he's there in the corner of his eye, tall and imposing and watching Ardyn pick out a vibrator so patiently. "What do you think of this?" Valen asks, stealing Ardyn's attention. He expects a vibrator when he looks over, but Valen's holding a collar in his hands, eyes already trained on Ardyn. "Oh," he says, dumbly. It's the last thing he expects. "Um— yes?" Valen laughs, and it sounds so sweet and honeyed to Ardyn. "Do you like it?" he rephrases. "It's pretty," Ardyn says slowly. Thin and white, with a small gold hoop in the front, it is pretty, but Ardyn's more confused about why he's asking him. "Do you— Do you like it?" Valen, also, doesn't expect the question. But he smiles and considers the small collar, staring down at the expensive leather. "I do." "Let's get it," Kahili says. He's standing right behind Ardyn, and it startles the hybrid. Ardyn's ears perk and his head unconsciously tilts back to look at Kahili. Kahili's unwilling to step backward as he stares down at him, and Ardyn swears he smirks. "I know a few ways we could use it." It's that gaze again, so heavy and intentional. It weighs on Ardyn in ways he almost misinterprets, but he doesn't let himself indulge in the teasing tone, nor the honeyed lilt of Kahili's voice. He swallows instead, and snaps his head back down, hiding. Ardyn is, in nice terms, f*****g flustered. He turns back to the vibrators and quickly picks one out. "All set, pretty?" Valen asks, and it sends his mind into a spiral. Be normal, be normal, be normal. Ardyn holds the box close to his chest and nods gently. He leads them to the front register, and with his back firmly turned, the deepest blush settles on his cheeks. He scans their items and tries not to look at them. It's useless, he knows. Ardyn's always been too self-indulgent with his urges. He smiles sheepishly while he bags the vibrator. "I hope it's okay. If you don't like it I could always give you store credit." "Nonsense," Valen says. "You picked it out yourself, I'm sure it's perfect." "It's pretty good." Ardyn nods earnestly. "It's shaped like a dildo so you can use it both ways. The vibrations have a lot of settings, too, and they go a lot higher than some of the vibrators we have. The bullet toys are good for something small but this is a 2-in-1 so... I think it's better..." His voice gradually grows meek at the end, and just because he can't stop himself, he lamely adds, "..It's less money than buying 2 toys." Ardyn's cheeks puff before deflating into a sheepish, deflated smile. "So I've heard." God, he internally cries, why can't I ever shut the f**k up. He's always been overly talkative, a touch too eager, rambling on and on and on, when it came to people he liked. But it's not a crush. Honest. "Hear that, Val? It's reviewed so highly," Kahili says, and it sounds a whole lot like he's teasing Ardyn. "I'd say our most used toys are ones you've picked out for us." Ardyn only remembers to print their receipt when he's in desperate need to do something with his hands, or else he'll fidget endlessly. Are they flirting? It feels a lot like it sometimes. They're married, i***t, he reminds himself. And still, Ardyn looks up, hesitant and bashful, just barely dares to say, "Well.. you'll have to tell me how you like this one, too, then." And Kahili drawls a low, attractive hum. Oh? "Of course," he says. "If you'll show us your favorite one next time." Ardyn smiles unsurely, "My favorite?" "It's only fair, right?" Valen asks, a tilt to his head. He smiles in a way where he knows just how pretty he is. What sort of hold he has on the people he directs it at. It's appealing, breathtaking, it's dangerous. "Can you pick one out for us, darling?" His eyes are so intense—so purposeful and it takes Ardyn in and absolutely enamors him. He's again taken with how soft Valen speaks, delicate and graceful, so he can't possibly mean what Ardyn's thinking. Show them. Ardyn thinks of them watching him in such an unmistakable position, vulnerable and exposed, and— "Next time?" Ardyn somehow manages to choke out. "Mhm," Valen hums. "Can you do that for me?" "I can," Ardyn promises quickly. He flushes, tries to calm his racing heart, and smiles shyly. "Is there.. Do you know when you'll be back?" Please say tomorrow, please say tomorrow, please say tomorrow. Valen gives Ardyn a sympathetic look. "I'm not sure, pretty. Work's been so busy lately." Ardyn can't mask his disappointment, his hopeful expression completely falling, and Valen has to suppress his smile. "But you'll have it all picked out when we come, right? I'm so curious now." "Oh," Ardyn's ears perk, his tail gradually starting to wag again. "Yeah, of course." His mind races with all the different things he could show them. He doesn't think about the intimacy of it, what it suggests, and he definitely doesn't think about how he's just accepted to show them what he uses to masturbate. Only thinks about what will please them the most. "I didn't get your punch card!" Ardyn remembers. And it's not an excuse to keep them here for as long as he can. "Good catch." Kahili digs through his wallet and Ardyn's eyes bug from the amount of cash he carries. That looks like more than my rent. He looks away quickly and drums his fingers on the counter to look busy, but because he's him, his eyes dart back to the wallet again. Jesus, he has the same reaction all over again. "I think we're close to finishing it." Valen peers over to look at the card with interest. The concept of punchcards seems completely foreign to him. "What happens when you mark all the numbers?" "You can pick any item behind the counter for free," Ardyn says. He gestures to the wall of condoms, lube, and mini-s*x toys behind him. "I would avoid the dice. it's more awkward than you'd think." Prince and him spent an entire shift tossing the dice around, coming up with an assortment of arrangements that Ardyn refused people did. Lick foot? He screamed when Prince took his shoe off. "Anything behind the counter?" Valen muses. He looks over the wall carefully, assessing all the little things they have to offer and quickly sees he owns most of it or is disinterested in the rest. His eyes settle back on Ardyn. Now that... "What if I wasn't interested in anything there?" he asks slowly. "Can I have something else?" Ardyn's head tilts. "What would you want instead?" Kahili looks as curious as Ardyn. "I'd prefer taking you out somewhere much more, if I'm honest," Valen confesses, and Ardyn's breath catches, begging to whatever Gods that he's not misinterpreting. "Only after we finish the punchcard, of course." Ardyn punches the last two holes and hands it back. He doesn't say anything, doesn't care if he looks stupid, simply stares and tries to ignore how hot his face is getting. He can feel his heartbeat thumping wildly in his chest, but he ignores it, just as he ignores the rings around their fingers. Kahili weighs the completed punchcard in his hand, pleasantly surprised. His lips curl up, "Do you like coffee?" 🍃🍂🍃 Valen hums along to the gentle jazz music playing in the bathroom. He stares at himself in the mirror, humming softly and feeling so utterly content. Kahili installed speakers into every room in their penthouse shortly after they got married, purely for Valen's obsession with jazz music, and Kahili would say their marriage is better for it. It was more often than not that he found Valen surrounded by music. Valen rarely listened to music with lyrics, and while they weren't completely off the table, Valen knew what he liked and rarely strayed from it. "Someone's happy," Kahili says, leaning against the doorway. Valen's eyes watch him through the mirror. His head tilts, he smiles. "Am I?" Kahili can't resist. He approaches and Valen's smile widens and turns into an airy, light laugh when Kahili grabs that familiar place on his waist. He turns Valen and yes, he's very happy. Kahili's eyes etch over every detail on Valen's face because he'll truly never grow tired of watching him. The slope of his nose, the addicting pink plush of his lips, and Kahili's always had a weakness for moles. They pepper Valen's skin, as dark as his hair and just as a contrast to the paleness of his skin, five to be exact. He follows their path with his eyes. My lovely husband. Kahili hums a response and lets his gaze drop a little lower to the silk robe exposing Valen's collarbones. He's kissed that mole more times than he can count, and yet, it never feels like enough. It'll never be enough. He feels Valen's fingers on his jaw and Kahili's eyes click upward. "What're we gonna do?" Valen muses. His head tilts again, and his robe falls a little more. Kahili's hands itch to take it off, be done with it and explore more of Valen's body, but he waits. "We have another vibrator and nobody to use it on." "I can think of a few ways we can use it," Kahili drawls lowly. Valen feigns innocence, and gives a little questioning hum as he pulls Kahili closer by his waistband. His husband is more than willing to close the small gap. Valen has to tilt his head up to properly look at Kahili, and he knows his gaze must expose how his body is slowly starting to warm with anticipation. Kahili brushes the hem of his robe with the tips of his fingers, gently pushes it aside, and then there's his hand, so warm and imposing on Valen's skin. It drags up his thigh painstakingly slow. Valen has half a mind to lean back and let Kahili lift him on the counter, pleasure him as his husband's done so beautifully in the past. His arms circle Kahili's neck and brings them impossibly closer, and he can feel Kahili's heartbeat, slow and steady. It quickens with lust, the absolute need for Valen. Thump, thump, thump. He almost gives in, too, just because Kahili is so lovely. "I'm hungry," Valen says. Looks deep into Kahili's eyes while he plays with the strands curling at his nape. "I'm hungry," Kahili says. And Valen can see it on him. The way Kahili holds him, his hands edging higher and higher on his thighs. They cup Valen's naked waist and Valen wonders if Kahili can feel his heartbeat too, so similar with want and the urge to indulge. Valen is staring at Kahili. Kahili, in return, is staring at Valen. He exhales through his nose and stares down at him, long and intense, then Valen feels a squeeze to his waist. Kahili peels himself away and tucks a strand of Valen's hair behind his right ear. "What are you craving, my love?" When Valen requests a dinner that requires Kahili to pound, slice, bread, and panfry meat, he is more than happy to. And when Valen wants a side salad prepared Kahili is right there to wash, cut, and put together a bowl of lettuce for him. Kahili shreds the cheese himself, pours a glass of his husband's favorite wine, and plates it all while Valen sits so prettily at the bar table. When he's done, Kahili sets it in front of his husband and dries his hands on a towel. He sits next to Valen and listens to the gentle thrum of jazz playing in the background, audible just over the sound of their utensils. Valen eats contently. Kahili feels hungry. But, he sips at his wine and waits. Because he knows this game very well. Kahili has seen this game play out many times throughout his loving years with Valen, and he's well above an expert now. So, Kahili sips his wine and asks his husband how the food tastes. He's patient. It comes eventually, though. When they've finished eating and Kahili is washing off their plates. He feels Valen's arms circle his waist from behind. "You were patient today," Valen says, and Kahili can feel his little smile pressed into his back. Goddamn little tease. Kahili breathes out a quiet laugh, because he feels nowhere near as patient as he's coming across. It's been more than an effort to ignore his blood rushing south, especially when Valen gave him passing little looks and knowing touches throughout dinner. "You're driving me nuts, babe." His hands itch—f*****g hell—they burn with the need to touch Valen. To grab him and lay him down and f**k him deep like he's done so many times in the past. "I'm sorry," Valen croons. His delicate hands gently push under Kahili's shirt, finds the heat of his smooth stomach, and then dips lower. Valen plays at the waistband of his jeans, the tips of his fingers dipping below, before he circles his jeans button. "I feel bad." Bullshit, Kahili thinks. "Yeah?" he muses instead. And Valen hums sweetly. "Mhm." He pops the button on Kahili's jeans. "I can make it up to you." Kahili is a patient man, especially when it comes to his husband, but he's had enough. He grabs Valen's wandering hands, smaller and colder than his own, and turns to stare down at him. "There's nothing to make up, my love." Kahili kisses his fingers. Enough games. He picks Valen up by the waist, coaxing a soft noise from him, and carries him to their bedroom. That goddamn robe, Kahili lays Valen on their bed and immediately slots himself into his spot between Valen's legs. Valen's robe rides up and eventually falls open, pushed up by Kahili's weight. And he's such an addictive, welcome weight that Valen cushions with his thighs. Valen can feel his own heartbeat this time, thump, thump, thump. He lets himself indulge this time—no more teasing. Later, when Kahili has him bent over and Valen's hands fists the sheets so hard they turn white, Kahili will lean down, his sweaty chest pressed into the arch of Valen's back, and he'll kiss the nape of his neck. My lovely husband. 🍃🍂🍃 first chapterr what do we think? is the vibe noticeably different lol i hope you enjoyed it