Call Me Yours [BL]

i hope you like it my loves. it’s not perfect but i’ve loved writing it. enjoy <3

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 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.

These words scarcely leave his mouth. 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 leaves shortly after telling Prince to shove it up his ass. It earns 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.

The shop is slow, as usual. It’s nearing night, and even at their peak hours, foot traffic is sparse. For that, Ardyn is grateful. He’s mouthy in complaints over his job and how often he works to afford his bills, but he truly does like it. The few customers who come in rarely seek a conversation, and when they do, Prince is typically there to help.

There are 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 sex shop no, you can’t make sexual remarks at me, and the ones that really liked that Ardyn was a hybrid.

A particular encounter from last month flashes in his mind. Do you like your ears pulled during sex?Ardyn shudders. With force, he thrusts the memory aside.

All his co-workers, including the owner, are hybrids. Prince is convinced it’sbecausethey’re hybrids that they were hired. And Ardyn truly has no argument against that, other than a crinkle of his nose.

He’s in the middle of pretending to work, tossing pens at Prince, 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.” AndGod, he hopes it doesn’t come across as eager as it sounds.

The new arrival is a married couple. They grasp his attention naturally, as if it’s theirs to take.Take it, he bids, already whisked by their presence.

When they look over, Ardyn thinks it’s better with them anyway. They’re undeniably attractive. Ardyn flushes easily in general, more so under their stares. 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, gold 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 button-up tucked into a pair of black slacks, the ends sitting neatly on dark loafers. It’s tailored to fit his personal stature down to the millimeter. He certainly has the money for it. His hair is long and dark, and with it neatly tucked behind his ear, he displays his fitted gold 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, and he offers 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’s flush deepens and he looks away. And because he’s an idiot, he looks back.

Valen’s hand hovers over his mouth now, a small attempt to hide his silent laughter. And fuck me, even his hands are pretty.

“Just go ask if they need help,” Prince suggests beside him with a yawn.

Ardyn startles from his infatuation enough to look at him. 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 is strong and his eyes intimidatingly dark.

Ardyn’s ears twitch. “Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. I figured an employee offering help was less creepy than whatever you’re doing right now.”

Ardyn scowls, if only to hide the warmth in his cheeks. But he knows Prince is right. His best attempt at nonchalance is surveying the empty shop... then inevitably surveying them.

Prince catches him within seconds. He snorts. “You’re like a dog greeting its owner come home. You’re embarrassing me. Come here. Stop staring.”

Ardyn, begrudgingly, obeys and cedes Prince the register, but he doesn’t take the chair. He leans his side against the counter, overly close to Prince. It allows him a small shield of privacy to pass quick eyes over Kahili.

He’s 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 their overwhelming presence. He admits, only to himself, how much he enjoys their visits.

When he catches himself comparing the sweet silkiness of Valen’s voice to Kahili’s, he shakes his head. Firmly, he pushes them out of his head. 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 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 sex 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.

“Hm,” Prince makes a noise beside him. It draws Ardyn’s attention. “I think they’re coming over here.”

Ardyn perks. “Really?”

“Yes, please act normal.” Prince subtly pulls him closer by the belt loop; their hips graze. “I’m gonna go in the back. If it means anything, I think they’re staring at you, too. Godspeed.” He’s gone in the next breath, disappearing behind the curtain of beads seperating the break room from the front and taking his scent of sunshine with him.

Ardyn barely sees his departure. He’s too busy pretending to type into the register. He rings in a sex doll thirteen different times. On the fourteenth click, he chances a glance at them.

There’s an undeniable classy air about them. Their wealth clogs his throat with a million questions. What sort of lifestyle did they live? How did they afford closets like that? 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 stray a little more than he intends. Why did they buy so many sex toys? The amount of items they brought home and their intended purpose left Ardyn’s mind busy for hours. He thinks: Who was the collar for?

To put it plainly, Ardyn has a very bad habit of fixating on pretty people.

When he sees them start to approach the counter, his pulse quickens. His breaths feel shallower. Because he knew it was coming even without Prince’s warning.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.

Ardyn’s resolve immediately crumbles with the pet name. Valen has a habit of calling him all sorts of them. Each one makes Ardyn lose his breath just like the last. He tends to call Ardyn darling the most, but pretty—

Pretty is his favorite.

“Hi,” Ardyn repeats, breathy and enamored. “What are we getting today?”

An unprepared look passes between, one that Ardyn doesn’t understand. Kahili seems to relent to something in Valen’s all too-pretty gaze.

“A vibrator,” Kahili eventually answers.

“Just a vibrator?” It’s awfully plain for them, and Ardyn knows for a fact he’s already sold them at least a handful. More.

Kahili hums a rich note, then an expression pulls at his face as he looks down at Valen. He looks almost amused. “This one broke our newest one.”This one, Ardyn realizes with a sudden image he should not be thinking of, is Valen.

“I don’t think it’s broken, my love,” Valen replies airily, not even sparing him a glance. He assures Ardyn, “We aren’t so rough with them.”

“You’re sure?” Kahili continues staring at him, helplessly attractive. He’s teasing his husband, but Ardyn is left out of the joke. Ardyn can’t find it in him to mind, not with a smile like that.

“Oh, I’m sure,” Valen says. “Just looking for something new.”

“I have some we can look at,” Ardyn says softly, driving that image off with quick effort.

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. Greedily, he absorbs it. They follow him around the store, the perfect audience, 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. Ardyn picked those out for them, and he remembers. He remembers.

Focus, he tells himself.

“This one’s a favorite.” Kahili gestures to a dildo Ardyn helped them pick out last time. He watches him with a casual smile, one that widens when Ardyn reaches for something to say and comes back utterly empty-handed.

What’s the appropriate response to this? “That’s great,” Ardyn finally squeezes out. “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, and carefully scans the wall dedicated to just vibrators. Almost, he forgets they’re watching him.Almost.It’s impossible to ignore the gentle air of cologne around Kahili and the softer scent of his husband; vanilla surrounds Valen.

Ardyn doesn’t look at them, but they’re there in the corner of his eye.

“What do you think of this?” Valen asks, stealing Ardyn’s attention.

Ardyn 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. “I... Yes?”

Valen laughs, and it sounds so sweet and honeyed to Ardyn. “Do you like it?” he rephrases, apologizing with his smile.

“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 like it?”

Valen, also, doesn’t expect the question. But he smiles and considers the small collar. A nod seals his decision. “I do.”

“Let’s get it,” Kahili says from behind.

Ardyn startles and his ears go flat. He doesn’t expect Kahili to be right behind him, unknowingly imposing with just his height and wide build. Ardyn is, again, reminded of their size difference. He quickly smoothes his dazed expression. In tender terms, he’s fucking flustered.

Quickly, he turns back to the vibrators and randomly plucks one.

“All set, pretty?” Valen asks, and unknowingly sends Ardyn’s mind into another spiral.

Be normal, be normal, be normal.

Holding the box to his chest, Ardyn nods shyly. He feels like a robot as he turns and leads them back to the register. Am I walking normal? He isn’t sure. He knows only that he hasn’t fixed the deep blush that’s settled on his cheeks.

Like usual, he rings up their items and tries his best not to openly stare. 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 popular,” Ardyn says honestly. “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.”

He knows.He knows.

His cheeks puff, and he’s left to stew in this feeling. Why, he cries at himself. He’s always been overly talkative and a touch too eager when it came to people he liked. But it’s not a crush. Honest.

Kahili saves him from his embarrassment. “Sold.” He praises him as a proper salesman, and Ardyn manages a deflated smile. “If it’s anything like the others you’ve sold us, I don’t think we’ll need store credit.”

“Good.” Ardyn nods, and chances a glance at them as he prints their receipt. He dares form another thought. “You would’ve had to come all the way back with the store credit.” There’s an implication there he hopes they hear. It’s subtle enough that he doesn’t regret it.

Valen’s fingers brush his when he grabs the receipt. “Is that how it works?”

Ardyn makes a soft noise, apologetic. “No refunds.”

Valen considers this. “And you’ll be here if we come again?” The way he delivers his softened words makes them all the more addicting. “I’m not so sure about the color anymore.”

This prompts a glance from his husband. Something passes between them. Then Kahili looks at Ardyn. “It’s a little bright,” he admits.

“It is,” Ardyn agrees quickly, forgetting the color completely. He steals a look into the bag-and pauses. It’s pitch black. Well. “I’ll be here,” he says, and pushes the bag over bashfully. “I can show you a different one next time.”

“Your favorite?” Valen smiles.

“My favorite?”

“Something less bright,” Valen says after a moment. Suddenly, they’re all playing the same game. Are we flirting? Ardyn can’t tell. He’s dizzy with the prospect. “I trust whatever you like. Can you pick one out for us, darling?”

Valen knows how pretty he is. His face says it all—the way he looks at Ardyn. Only him and that delicate way he speaks could twist such a request without it seeming odd.

“I can,” Ardyn all but breathes. He begs his heart to slow down, to allow him a breath. “Is there... Do you know when you’ll be back? So I can have it picked out.”Please say tomorrow, please say tomorrow, please say tomorrow.

Valen gives a sympathetic look. “I’m not so sure, pretty. Work has been so busy for the both of us lately.” Ardyn feels an immediate pang of disappointment, but he’s clever enough to mask it. “But,” Valen says, “You’ll have it all ready when we come, right? I’m so curious now.”

“Of course,” Ardyn jumps to please. He doesn’t think about how he’s essentially agreed to show them how he masturbates. It’s not like that. But isn’t it? A toy he has experience in handling, during the dark of hours of solitude before he falls asleep— “I didn’t get your punch card!” he remembers. And it’s not an excuse to keep them here for as long as he can.

“Oh, our punch card.” Kahili slides out his wallet, and Ardyn nearly thinks there’s a tease in his tone.

At the sight of all the cash Kahili carries, Ardyn’s eyes bulge. 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,” Kahili says.

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 gestures to the wall of condoms, lube, and mini-sex toys behind him. On the inside, he’s giddy to have them stay longer. “I would avoid the dice. it’s more awkward than you’d think.”

Prince and he spent an entire shift tossing the dice around, coming up with an assortment of arrangements that refused did.Lick foot? He screamed when Prince took his shoe off.

“Anything behind the counter?” Valen asks, carefully assessing his options. After a time, his eyes resettle on Ardyn. His gaze is heavy with suggestion. “What if I wasn’t interested in anything there?” he asks. “Can I have something else?”

“You don’t see anything you like?”

“I do,” Valen says.

Ardyn’s mouth opens, then closes. He can make no sense of it. He scans the wall himself briefly, then returns his gaze. “What would you want instead?”

Kahili looks as curious as Ardyn.

“I’d prefer taking you out somewhere 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. He doesn’t care if he looks stupid. He simply stares and tries to ignore how hot his face is getting. He can feel his heartbeat thumping wildly in his chest, but even this goes ignores, just as he ignores the wedding bands 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 and feels so utterly content. A sigh draws from his lips. The jazz is a balm to his day. Shortly after they got married, Kahili installed speakers into every room of their house purely for Valen’s obsession. It was more often than not that Kahili found him surrounded by music. Valen rarely listens to any songs with lyrics, and while they weren’t entirely forbidden, he knows what he likes and didn’t deign to stray from it.

“Someone’s happy,” Kahili says, leaning against the bathroom doorway.

Valen’s eyes watch him through the mirror. His head tilts, and he smiles. “Am I?”

Kahili can’t resist. He approaches, and Valen’s smile widens. It turns into an airy 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 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, his 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, to be done with it and explore more of Valen’s body, but he waits. “We have another vibrator and nobody to use it on. Should I ‘break’ this one, too?”

Kahili easily smiles. “It was only a joke, my love. And I can think of a few ways we can use it.”

Valen feigns innocence and gives a little questioning hum. He pulls Kahili closer by his waistband.

Kahili is more than willing to close the small gap. With their height difference, Valen has to tilt his head to look up at him. Valen 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 his 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 bring them impossibly closer, and he can feel Kahili’s heartbeat, slow and steady.

It quickens with lust, the absolute need for him. Thump, thump, thump. Valen almost gives in, too, just because Kahili is so lovely.

Then: “I’m hungry,” Valen says, looking deep into Kahili’s eyes while he plays with the strands curling at his nape.

"I’m hungry.”

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. They’re so similar in their desire.

They’re staring at each other, but Valen doesn’t part his legs for any further access. Kahili looks down at him for a long, intense moment, and then gives a squeeze to his waist. With a soft exhale, he tucks a strand of Valen’s hair behind his 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. The gentle thrum of jazz plays 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 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, sweetheart.”

His hands itch—fucking hell—theyburnwith the need to touch Valen. To grab him and lay him down and fuck 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. They find the heat of his smooth stomach, and then dips lower. Valen plays at the waistband of his jeans, and his fingertip dip just below. “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.

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first chapterrr. it feels weird to read back these early chapters and see how the characters have developed. kahili you sexy demigod alpha omega slayer king ily still

i hope you enjoyed it. thank you endlessly for giving it another shot, ily all

maddie <3