Praise Me [BL] COMPLETED

Chapter 30

Waking up the next morning, my whole body felt sore. The fuzzy feeling that I'd experienced for the past two days was suddenly nowhere to be found.

I tilted my head up when I felt someone running their hand through my hair. "You're awake?" I blinked up at Caesar as he gazed down at me. My head was in his lap while he sat up against the headboard, scrolling through his phone silently.

I stared at him for a few moments before I felt my face go red. Slapping my hands to my cheeks, I rolled away from him and stuffed my face in the pillow. "Don't look at me!"

I heard him laugh softly as he leaned over to me. "What's wrong?" He ran his hand up and down my back. "Are you feeling better?" I want to die.

"Don't ever talk to me again." I muffled into the pillow.

"Are you embarrassed? There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

My head snapped up to glare at him. There's a never ending list. "My butt hurts."

"Uh," he laughed awkwardly, "sorry?"

I dropped my head back on the pillow and sniffled sadly. I can never look at them and not think about my heat again. "You-" my nose scrunched, "you have to pretend that didn't happen. Never bring it up again." But my heat comes once a month.

"But you were so cute-"

"No." I wailed. "I didn't know what I was saying, you have to pretend it didn't happen."

"Okay, okay." He soothed and ran his hand down my back. "It never happened."

I nodded, feeling somewhat appeased, and scooted closer to him. The desperate need to be close to him was still a lot stronger than normal. I peered up at him and inched closer. "..Will you hold me?"

Caesar didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around my waist and pull me snug against him so he could wrap his other arm around me tightly. I can't breathe.

I threw my leg over his waist and stuffed my face in his neck, still too embarrassed to properly look at him. I can't believe I acted so shameless. Images of me begging for them to f**k me lingered in the back of my head, replaying over and over even as I tried to push them out.

He smells good. I turned my head against his neck and softly inhaled his scent, feeling myself calm down a few seconds later. It was heavily masked with mine and some of Morgan's.

"Sorry." I mumbled when I caught sight of all the bite marks on his neck and shoulder. He shivered when I poked one of them.

"It's alright." He assured. "Morgan's done worse."

"Where is he?"

"He went to the gym." My nose scrunched and he made a sound of agreement, sharing my strong dislike in exercise. "He said he'll bring back food though." My tail started wagging from the mere thought of food, I'm starving.

Morgan made sure I ate during my heat but it wasn't much, even when he urged me to eat more. It was hard for me to focus on the food he was hand feeding me when he had his c**k so deep inside of me.

My face started heating up as I thought about it again.

My butt hurts.

-

I munched on a handful of grapes happily, having already devoured the sandwich Morgan bought.

I shied away from the kiss he gave me, whining when his sweat coated shirt rubbed on mine. But after seeing the food he brought in with him, I happily pecked his lips and plopped down on the couch.

Morgan had leaned over the couch and pressed a hand to my forehead, checking to see if I was still burning. "You feeling better?"

"Mhm." I bit into the sandwich and hummed contently. "Thank you." He ruffled my hair and said something about a shower. While he was passing Caesar, he pressed the bag of food into his chest so he could eat with me.

Now, stomach full and appetite appeased, I laid down on the couch and winced when my hips pressed into the cushion. I'm sore.

Caesar rubbed my leg after pulling them into his lap. I eyed the small cup of cut up watermelon in his hand and he must've noticed because he reached over and offered me some.

I hesitantly took a piece and placed it in my mouth, almost afraid he'd try and take it back. Whenever I ate with Declan, I feel like I had to fight to even get a piece before he inhaled everything.

"Hey," Caesar squeezed my calf, coaxing me from my thoughts and brought my attention back to him, "was your heat okay?"

"You can't talk about it." I covered my eyes with my arms, refusing to look at him.

"I just wanna know if we handled it well~"

I almost wanted to explain to him how I could barely walk, but that would've just made me more embarrassed so I settled for a bashful nod. "It was good.."

He seemed to hesitate on his next words. "Was.." He slowly trailed off. "..Do you like how Morgan f***s you?"

I peeled my arms away to look at him, feeling startled from the abrupt and intrusive question. "Huh?"

"Like- does it feel good?"

"Um," I felt flustered under his curious gaze, "yeah? I thought it was obvious..." My cheeks warmed. "Why?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Hurt?" My head titled thoughtfully. "Not really." Was he worried they were too rough during my heat?

"It doesn't hurt at all?"

"It doesn't hurt but.." I tried to form the right words, "you have to get used to it. It's like a big pressure at first but it still feels good. If anything, I think yours would hurt for someone like Morgan. My body is made to, um, take those things, um, back there so it doesn't hurt for me."

He made a soft noise, seeming lost in thought. "So you think it would hurt for humans?"

"I don't know." I admitted unsurely. "I've just heard Morgan say it hurts a little at first. If you prep enough it shouldn't hurt too much."

He turned his head towards me. "You've only topped twice but do you like topping or bottoming more?"

His gaze was heavy, shimmering with intense curiosity that made me feel flustered. My hands played with my shirt, trying not to feel awkward about this. He's just curious and he's your boyfriend, relax.

"I like bottoming more but, um, I'll do whatever you guys want." My hands clenched around the material. "I was kinda out of it both times I topped but thinking about doing it now makes me feel a little nervous. I don't think I'd be good at it.."

"You did good." He assured while squeezing my leg. "Morgan told me last time too, he really liked it." He promised, I mentally wailed, he said he wouldn't tell anyone about that.

"He likes topping more and I like bottoming so I think it's good like that." I tried to explain, mainly just so I wouldn't have to top Morgan by myself. Not controlled by my animal instincts, I feel like I would do something embarrassing like c*m right away or just do it wrong.

They were both so experienced while I only recently started getting experience from them. Compared to the way they topped, I couldn't even compare. It made me nervous to even think about having complete control over making him feel good.

Caesar let out a soft, thoughtful noise. "Yeah, he prefers topping more."

While waiting for Caesar to get done showering, I mindlessly scrolled through twitter, feeling bored as I laid in our bed alone. Why is he taking so long?

I was so used to always having Harrison or him around me now, even when one of them was away, I usually wasn't left alone. But tonight, Harrison was spending the night at Declan's after Declan told him that a week apart was too much. He dragged Harrison out of our apartment and basically growled if Caesar and I said something.

If I didn't know any better, I would've thought that he was the hybrid.

Finally, Caesar trailed out of the bathroom and padded over to the edge of the bed. There was a towel wrapped around his hips, not bothering to put any clothes.

I eyed him as he stood there. Does he wanna have s*x?

He didn't say anything at first, just stared at me. It made me feel a little uncomfortable to be honest. Why is he starting at me so hard?

"...I showered."

"Yeah." I nodded slowly.

His face was blank as he nudged my leg. "I showered."

"Okay?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do you want a kiss or something?"

He continued to stare at me, looking just as uncomfortable as I felt. "I showered, so..." His voice slowly trailed off, hoping that I would understand.

"So..? You wanna have s*x?" I sat up straight and peered at him. "We can." Now that I think about it, we haven't had s*x for the past two days. We made out but never went past that before he was making some excuse to stop.

"Yeah." He confirmed, somewhat hesitant. "You can...top."

I stared at him silently, not sure if I heard that right. "Huh?"

"You can top..." He repeated slowly, almost as if it pained him to say. Huh?

My mind tried to compute what he was saying, as if there was somehow a different meaning to his words. "You-? Why?"

He frowned. "What do you mean 'why'?"

"You're, like, really scared of bottoming."

He bristled. "I'm not scared. I've just never done it.."

I continued to watch him, trying to figure out what to say. He clearly looked uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him so much. I didn't want to force him to bottom. Even if he said he wasn't scared, I knew he wasn't totally comfortable with the idea of it. I never thought he'd say yes so I always teased him about it.

"Why do you want to bottom all of a sudden? I was just joking about you bottoming for me, you don't actually have to do it. I like when you top so it's fine."

"But you like topping more-"

"It's fine." I insisted. "I prefer topping but bottoming feels just as good. It honestly doesn't matter to me, you don't need to force yourself to do something you don't want to. s*x is good with you either way."

His mouth opened before closing. He was silent for a moment before, "you really don't care?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't enjoy it if you didn't. I would feel like-" I tried to find the right worlds, "like it wasn't consensual." Just thinking about f*****g him while he forced himself to lay there and take it, while feeling uncomfortable, was extremely off putting.

He made a soft noise, silently showing he didn't agree. "I want to try it." Sensing my doubt, "I've been thinking it about it this past week. I even asked Harrison about it."

"About bottoming?"

"What it felt like bottoming for you."

"Y'know it's gonna hurt at first, right? It's not gonna feel good right away."

"I know." He nodded. "I really do wanna try it. If I don't like it, then we can stop."

I studied his expression thoroughly. While he still looked a little hesitant, he seemed earnest about this. If he looks like he hates it then I'll just stop.

Silently, I reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a random bottle of lube. Vanilla, I faintly saw. His favorite. After grabbing a few condoms, I sat back against the headboard and patted my lap. "C'mere."

"..Your lap?"

"Unless you want to bend over-"

Caesar dropped the towel and silently lowered himself in my lap. He was awkward about it, choosing to hover over my lap instead of sit down. "Stop being so weird about it."

"You're too small." Don't slap, don't slap him, he's just nervous and projecting, don't slap him.

I grabbed his hips and forced him to fully sit in my lap. Huh, I mused, I don't think he's ever sat in my lap before. His expression said it all, clearly he liked it the other way around more.

Grabbing a condom packet, I tore it open. "You clean back there?"

"I told you I showered."

"How am I supposed to know that meant you cleaned yourself back there?"

"Context clues." What context did he give??

"I'm surprised you even know how."

He made a soft noise. "I don't bottom but I still like guys too, of course I know how. Plus, I've seen you do it." I had shoved that memory in the back of my head and never intended to ever think about it again. I'd been prepping myself and he walked into the bathroom and just stared at me with pure shock. I, of course, yelled at him to get the f**k out if he even wanted a chance to f**k me.

Setting the condom down for later, I grabbed the lube and popped the cap open. "What're you doing?"

"You're soft." I mumbled as I poured a generous amount of lube onto his c**k. Even soft, his size is so impressive.

He shivered from the coldness as I cupped his thigh and started jerking him off. He's not gonna enjoy it if he's not even turned on. It, thankfully, didn't take him long to get hard. He gradually grew in my hand until his c**k was fully hard. I was almost afraid he'd be too nervous to get hard.

I guided his head down at some point and pressed our lips together. We just made out for a while, while I leisurely jerked him off. I wanted him to get in the mood first, seeing as this started out pretty awkward. He didn't seem in any rush to hurry the slow pace as he licked into my mouth.

His hands held my shoulders, seeming a little unsure of where to put them. Hm. I sucked his lip softly. Cute. It was cute to see him so unsure of what to do. When he topped, he knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. He knew where to put his hands and exactly where to press to make both of us feel good.

Eventually, I gave one last peck to his lips and pulled back. Letting go of his c**k, I grabbed the already opened condom and slid it onto just one finger.

"Tell me if it's too much, yeah?" He tensed when I cupped his ass and pulled to expose his hole a little more. He nodded silently as I squirted a generous amount of lube onto his rim and the condom. You can never have too much lube.

After tossing the bottle aside, I rubbed my finger over his rim in slow circles and immediately felt him go rigid. "Relax." I coaxed softly. "It's gonna hurt if you're so tense."

"Sorry." He tried relaxing but it seemed he was struggling.

Using my free hand, I guided his head back down to press our lips together. This helped him relax a little, he loosened up enough for me to slide just the tip of my finger inside him, before instantly tensing again.

He clenched down hard but as I licked into his mouth and nudged more of my finger in, he got a little looser. He feels like a virgin.

As I slowly pulled out and pressed my finger back in, I noticed his hands gripping my shoulders tightly. "Is it okay?"

He nodded. "It's.. fine."

"I'm gonna add another finger." I slid another finger into the condom and rubbed at his rim again, silently showing him what two fingers felt like.

He surprisingly took it well, his eyebrows scrunched together and he felt tighter but he welcomed them with no complaints. I even noticed his c**k jerk against his stomach. If he were anyone else, I would've teased him about it.

"Stop looking at me." If it were Harrison, I would've teased him about how pretty he looked, about how I couldn't take my eyes off him. But I knew Caesar wouldn't like that, not a fan of degradation aimed at him, so I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder instead.

It was at the tip of my tongue though, what happened to that eye contact you liked so much?

As more time passed, he grew a little more vocal and gradually loosened up. He groaned lowly when I found his prostate and rubbed against it. "Don't-"

"Think of it as a massage." I dragged my lips up to his neck and rubbed the little spot into slow circles. He clenched around my fingers as his c**k twitched again. "Do you think you can take three fingers?"

"No."

"Alright." I almost wanted to tell him he'd never get a c**k in here with just two fingers worth of prep, but I didn't plan to f**k him today anyways so I kept silent.

He seemed to start enjoying it though, which brought a lot of relief to me. I honestly didn't know whether he would or not.

Caesar let out a breathy sigh as I started to finger him a little faster. "Hah."

"Good?"

"Mm." He nodded.

I can't help myself, he's making such a cute expression. "Can I eat you out?"

"No."

"You can sit on my face, you don't need to bend over."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Dammit.

I'm sure he could feel my bulge pressed against his thigh but chose to ignore it. If he was topping, I'm sure he would've teased me and pressed into it.

He groaned quietly as I kissed and sucked at his neck. He's tight. I sucked just below his ear, a sensitive spot for him, and listened to him moan softly.

I curled my fingers inside him and he cursed lowly. "Fuck." I did it again and started applying more pressure into his prostate, enjoying the breathy sounds he was letting out. "Morgan."

"Hm? Feels good?"

He didn't answer but the groan he let out was more than enough. He's usually not this vocal, how cute. Besides the constant dirty talk and occasional groans, Caesar was relatively quiet when showing his pleasure. "...Can I please eat you out?"

"No." f**k.

"Next time?"

"..."

At some point, he reached down and grabbed his c**k. He started jerking himself off while I pressed my fingers in as deep as I could. I'm surprised he lasted this long without touching himself.

I couldn't help but watch him, the expression he was making was too good not to. His thighs tensed for a moment as he let out a breathy moan. "Baby." His eyes fluttered before falling closed.

His chest was rising and falling a lot quicker than before. Oh, he's gonna c*m soon.

I kissed his jaw and his eyes slipped open, immediately meeting mine as he stared down at me. He slid his arms around my neck and pulled me closer to bring our faces close together. Ah, there's that eye contact he loves.

I would normally look away, feeling awkward with him watching me so heavily, but he'd guide my head right back, so I didn't bother. And he's being so good, if he wants a little eye contact to get off, I'll give it to him.

I had to tip my head up, considering our height difference. It turned me on to have such a big man in my lap falling apart like this.

I wound my other arm around his waist and pressed our chests together. His lips parted to let out a breathy pant as he started fisting his c**k faster. "Baby." He moaned, "M'gonna cum."

"Yeah?" I curled my fingers. "Gonna c*m for me?"

His stomach tensed and he let out a stuttered breath. "Mhm."

Fuck, I wanna eat him out.

He pressed his forehead to mine and couldn't stop his eyes from falling closed. His eyebrows scrunched adorably as he jerked himself off quickly. "Fuck." He breathed out shakily.

He sat up on his knees a little but I pulled him down and pressed my fingers in deeply. The pressure against his prostate and c**k was enough to make him start spilling onto his fist. "Mmm." His lip caught between his teeth as his c*m spurted onto my stomach and trickled onto his hand.

What a cute expression he's making.

He eventually let go of his c**k, too sensitive to continue, so I slid my fingers out of him. I could imagine him clenching around nothing, missing my fingers after having them inside him for so long.

Leaning back, his eyes opened again and stared at the c*m coating my shirt. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

He watched, interested, as I slid my hand into my sweatpants and pulled my c**k out. Even though he was still sensitive and growing soft, his c**k twitched in interest as I started jerking off. "Do you want me to..?"

"It's fine."

I rubbed my hand into his c*m and fisted my c**k. "That's gross, babe."

"Don't care." God, I'm so hard.

He sat back against my thighs and watched me jerk off. I doubt he could get hard again that fast, which I was grateful for. I didn't want to spend time on him f*****g me, I just wanted to c*m.

"Was it good?" I asked.

"Mm," He hummed with a nod, "it was fine." Fine? Just fine even with how much he came and how vocal he was?

Whatever.

"You look cute like this," He commented, "You look really desperate to cum." Oh? Was he already in dom mode?

"Can't help it." My head tilted against the headboard as I watched him with hooded eyes. "You were so hot." I pressed my thumb into the sensitive part under my tip and rubbed back and forth. A breathy moan fell from my lips.

"I have a lot more respect for you." His eyes were heavy on me. "How do you take my d**k so much?"

"I like bottoming." My hips pressed into my hand. "You get used to it."

"Don't tell Harrison. I don't want him to try and f**k me."

My lips twitched up. "I'm gonna tell him. And it would be cute, he'd try to hump you like a dumb pup, just chasing whatever felt good."

Maybe it was a little weird to have a full blown, casual conversation while I was jerking off, but I didn't care.

"Are you gonna let me eat you out?"

"No."

"Why not? There's barely any penetration."

"You're too obsessed with eating people out, someone needs to set limits for you." I groaned lowly while stroking from my base to my tip. "It's like you drag him down and shove your tongue up his ass every day."

"You've eaten him out too, you know he tastes good. And he makes the cutest little sounds." He made a small sound of agreement. "So can I?"

"Not right now."

"Later?"

"Stop asking." Dammit.

My head tipped back as I thrusted into my hand. It was a little hard with him still sitting in my lap but it felt good nonetheless. "Fuck." He watched me as if he were watching something as simple as tv.

"You gonna c*m soon?"

"Yeah."

"Did I turn you on that much?"

I tipped my head back to him. "Yeah, your ass is tight. I keep thinking about f*****g it."

His lips twitched up. "What happened to it not feeling consensual?"

"That was before you were whining with my fingers up your ass. You seemed to enjoy it a lot."

"It was alright." He's so full of s**t.

I started fisting my c**k faster as I groaned. "Maybe you'll be a switch now~"

He leaned back against my thighs and shrugged casually. "Maybe. Would you like that? f*****g my virgin ass whenever you want?"

"You know I would."

"Or maybe I'll only let you do it on special occasions. Whenever you're a good boy, you can f**k my ass. Think of it as a treat."

"A treat?" I drawled. "Do I look like a dog to you?"

He reached out and trailed his hand up my chest. His fingers skimmed at my neck softly. "You'd be a pretty one. I could put a muzzle on you and everything. You can have a collar like Harrison, you two could even match."

My breath came out heavy as I wrapped my hand around his wrist and dragged his hand up to my neck. He wrapped it around my neck and squeezed softly.

My eyes stared up at him, hooded and heavy with lust. I'm close.

"Yeah." He decided. "You'd be a real pretty pup."

I let out a small puff of amusement and tilted my head against the headboard. My eyes slipped closed. "f**k off."

I felt him lean forward and dip down to press his lips against my neck that wasn't covered by his hand. He squeezed my neck and sucked a hickey into the soft of my skin. He wasn't as into breath play as I was, but he still enjoyed it. As much as I liked to inflict it, I liked receiving just as well.

He dragged his lips up to my neck and sucked at my earlobe. "You sound so good, I might get hard again."

"You'll have to take care of it yourself."

"How mean~ Even after I let you finger me?"

"Uh huh," I rubbed at my tip, "even after I made you c*m with your ass."

I felt his lips twitch up before he slid his hand up and pressed his fingers into my cheek.

I came when he turned my head and pressed his lips to mine in an open mouthed kiss. He swallowed the moan I let out while my c*m joined his on my soiled shirt. "Mmm."

I jerked myself off until my stomach was tensing with sensitivity.

Caesar pulled back and stared down at me. "Go shower again, you're gross."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me.

Sliding off the bed, I pulled him up with me. "C'mon." He got up with no complaints and let me wrap my arms around him from behind.

I couldn't see anything since I was behind him but I trusted him enough not to purposely walk into a wall. "You just smeared c*m on my back."

"It's your c*m too." I patted his stomach. "Don't worry, I'll wash it off you."

"Is that you saying we're gonna have s*x?"

"No, Caesar. It's not."

"I was just checking."

"Are you hard?"

"A little."

"...Maybe."

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this is one of my longest chapters ??‍♀️??‍♀️

y'all wanted bottom caesar so bad so i had to ???? i liked writing it tho. i was gonna stop it after caesar came but i like the playfulness they had when morgan was jerking off.

idk if y'all could tell but they show their affection through insults and teasing <3 it's the dom in them luv ?

i hope you liked it tho. i didn't want to show them having caesar bottom yet because i don't think he would just magically like bottoming after being scared, yes he's scared ??‍♂️, for so long. they gotta build up to it y'know

maddie <3