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While Claggor was like a brother to Violet, he had always been a source of odd yet distant comfort to Powder. She was never a sister to him, more a ward or charge under the care of his father, and he took his responsibility seriously in watching her. Violet was only a year older than him, Mylo about his age, but Powder? She was always younger, and thus, she needed more tenderness and care, much the way Ekko did. Encouragement.
Claggor has always been encouraging, and his eyes have always been kind. He told her once he never thought she was a jinx back then, and certainly not now, and while she takes the past in stride, it’s uncomfortable to hear it.
A jinx. Jinx. If Mylo had his way, that’d be my name forever. It makes her head hurt to think about. Well, back then, at least. I guess he’s changed, too. We all have.
Especially Claggor, a resemblance to Vander more and more obvious as the years wear on him. At just twenty-three, he’s a well-accomplished Zaunite, pursuing his own life and projects, and is as smart as they come. He has Ekko to thank for that, the boy who partially inspired this love of science. A natural genius, Ekko’s influence and their chemistry as children only allowed Claggor to expand his mind, accept his brilliance, and step into the field.
She doesn’t tell anyone but herself how handsome he’s become. That this new look works for him, and how his pants help accentuate one of his biggest assets.
Claggor isn’t a kid anymore. To her, he was hardly ever one at all, always an older boy. For a while, she even had a silly fixation on him, but had decided it was never going to happen, so she moved on.
But tonight at the bar, drinking alone with him, he looks so handsome, and he’s staring directly at her. He’s talking about his latest project, but she can only watch the way his mouth moves, laugh half-drunk at his silly expressions, and bite her lip. Claggor is enabling, never quite telling Powder what to do, but always giving her a warm hand on the shoulder when she finds something worth pursuing. She responds well to this and always leans a little against his side.
His cheeks are burning bright from the liquor, the tips of his ears matching, and he’s giving her a semi-toothy grin. Reaching across the table, his large hand lies over her wrist, and she furrows her brow as she looks at him. His thumb rubs circles along the bone before trailing to her knuckles, and she exhales the breath she didn’t know she was holding.
It’s strangely intimate. Claggor is never so forward with her like this; instead, he always skirts the line of appropriateness with his dubbed sister. Just because he doesn’t see her as one, more as a good friend, doesn’t mean the world doesn’t address them as siblings. His frustration is endless, often finding himself feeling guilty after midnight masturbation sessions over the bluenette and her soft skin. Is it okay to touch himself when thinking about Powder? Does she ever do the same?
He imagines her beneath him, writhing under his body as he makes love to her. It’s all very intimate because Powder is a good girl, and he can’t imagine doing anything too extreme. Missionary seems sexy enough. With her, anything could be. He dreams about kissing her blue cunt, tonguing her before he wakes up, hard and wanting.
She likes guys like Ekko, and he counts the guy as lucky to have Powder. Powder, however, told him just an hour earlier that Ekko hadn’t made a move, so she’s not sure where they stand. They’ve kissed and held hands, but he’s always so busy, too busy, and she’s not sure if she can even call her his girlfriend. Moreover, she would call herself a girl SPACE friend, and that makes all the difference to Claggor.
If Ekko isn’t going to make a move on Zaun’s hottest girl, then Claggor certainly will.
In the end, he can blame the booze, and if it works out, he’s just sober enough to remember how it’ll all feel.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells her.
“Yeah? How many other girls do you say that to, huh?” She’s teasing.
“Not as many as you’d think. I’m pretty particular about my partners.”
“Oh? Partners? As in…plural? Had a few?”
“I’ve been in bed, if that’s what you’re asking.” He likes the way her face flushes. Is she picturing it? Him in those rare moments of hooking up with someone from the bar, getting his dick sucked by a stranger. Claggor might be a gentleman, but even a gentleman has a secret or two. They don’t kiss and tell. She has to find out what it’s like for herself. “I’m not a virgin.”
“A-ah. Makes sense! For you.”
“...Are you?”
“Hey! You can’t just ask a girl that, Clag! Geez…” She slaps his hand playfully, though she is a little chuffed.
“Why not? You more or less asked me. Is it cause I’m a guy?”
“No, it’s because you’re…you. You tell me everything.”
“Not everything.”
She seems a little taken aback. What could Claggor hide from her that she couldn’t suss out herself?
“Like what?”
“...You don’t want to know.” He shifts in his seat, sitting back to pull his hands into his lap. “It’ll make you think of me differently. I want us to still be friends, Powder.”
“Whoa, that’s kind of dark,” she comments. “What, you kill someone, Clag? I mean, I get we used to steal or whatever, but…”
“What? No, no. Nothing like that. Just, er, well…It’s personal, right? Guy stuff.”
“I mean, you’ve never held back on guy stuff before. Besides, I’m the one hooking Mylo up when he needs a wingman, not you. So…”
“Fine. You got me there. Still, I warned you,” he says. Clearing his throat, he can’t help but let his eyes roam down her neck to her open shirt, staring at her small breasts. They’d make my cock look huge. Groaning, he adjusts himself under the table. “I think about you a lot, you know? Like that. ”
“...Oh, haha. Very funny. Come on! Be serious. I can take it.”
“That’s, uh, that’s kinda the thing, Pow. I want you to take it. From me. Like, I want to…” He licks his lips, averting his eyes before looking back at her. “You know? Give it to you.”
Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t say anything. What can she say to such a declaration? Just an hour earlier, she had been complaining that Ekko seemed disinterested, and now? Claggor is all but telling her he wants to fuck her outright.
“Wow, that’s…really forward, Clag.”
“You asked for it.”
“Bad choice of words, Buster.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waves him off, then reaches out for him again, leaning over the table. “Well? What are you gonna do about it, huh? Gonna keep dreaming, or try and get the real thing?”
“Are you asking me to come onto you?”
Because I want to cum in you.
“...Yeah, I guess I am.” She’s getting more confident because knowing that he wants her makes all the difference. “You know, when we were kids? I used to have the biggest crush on you.”
“O-oh yeah? I thought you liked Ekko back then. You guys were, uh, supposed to be…What? Pair-bonded?”
“As romantic as that is, Claggor, I don’t think it’s going to happen. Ekko’s…sweet, and he’s so smart, but…” Does she have to explain this now? She’s telling him it’s fine to take her, so why is he bringing up Ekko? “...I want a man, you know? A smart guy like Ekko, but one who can take charge of a situation. Big doesn’t hurt. Cute works, too. Know a guy like that?”
She’s talking about Claggor, of course, and he’s not stupid enough to play so naïve that he won’t respond to her beckoning.
Standing, he moves to join her side of the table, puts his hand on the small of her back, and suggests they get out of there. Now. He’s getting hard, which she can tell. While his back is to the bar, successfully shielding her from any prying eyes, she swipes her hand over his clothed crotch.
“Ah, Powder.”
“Let’s go.” She grabs him by the hand, pulling him to follow her. Her incentive is all he needs. “Stud.”
In the back alley, he kisses her, and it isn’t long before they’re making out against the wall. She’s smaller than he is, so it’s a simple task to lift her. He’s grinding against her hard, and she enjoys the friction, but figures he might bust before they can even hop into bed together. Powder suggests they make it back to his place first before going any further. Fair enough, he figures, and they keep a stable pace as he tries to ignore his throbbing erection.
Claggor and Mylo live closer to the bridge in a small apartment-like residence that provides them more manageable access between the two cities. They often stay in Piltover entirely when needed, which is more often these days. They aren’t children anymore, so they don’t live with Vander, but they’re always welcome. Right now, she’s grateful for the distance.
Mylo needs Claggor. It’s not surprising they stay together, but Claggor? She assumes he can make it on his own. It’s nice of him to tailor his adult experience to Mylo’s dependent needs.
When they make it, he calls for Mylo, anyone? Old habits and a nod tell her that the coast is clear. After several moments of fumbling in the dark towards his bedroom, he’s kissing her again, sticking his tongue in her mouth, and one of his hands is on her hip as the other grabs for her breasts. She’s palming his layered cock, feeling him throb against his restrictions, and she knows already that he’s well-endowed. He would be, of course. Claggor is basically perfect. What flaws does he display? His understanding nature and kindness have always drawn her to him, and even now, he’s tender enough to ask, Is that okay? Do you like that?
She’s naked, he’s shirtless, and his pants are hanging open to show his fitted undershorts. His cock is straining, though he seems distracted by pulling down her underwear as she lies flat on her back. His bed is comfortable. It smells like him—heavy waves of sea salt, cedar, and cotton—and she inhales deeply. He’s so masculine, and the idea of him alone is making her wet. Tossing her panties aside, he moans pitifully at seeing her. He was right.
Blue. Just as he hoped. Her eyebrows had him questioning. Could be brown. He’s glad it’s blue.
His reaction is enough to have her spread her legs open for him, allowing him to see her slit, to which one finger cautiously reaches out to probe gently. He’s done this before, so it’s not long before he’s finger-fucking her with as much virtue as a man can muster. Two fingers create an even set of strokes, stretching her from within before he finally leans forward to tongue at her clit. All the while, Powder has been clutching her breasts, arching her back, and sighing at the ceiling. He’s so good. It’s all she can think about. He’s so good. Eating her out must be his favorite spot to dine, unceremoniously sucking and licking with distinct imprudence.
She tells him she’s going to cum, which is probably for the best, and he continues his labor eagerly. When she orgasms, he leaves his fingers inside still, allowing her to clench and pull his knuckles. Splitting his fingers as he exits, she whines something erotic, and he’s standing to drop his pants and underwear entirely. Climbing over her, he smiles before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It’s then that he kisses her throat, places his palm over her petite mouth, and uses his other hand to guide his cock into her.
And she yelps, which he knew she would. Even in his preparations, she’s stretching to accommodate his considerable size. He can feel her tighten, even trying to reject him, and he whispers to relax. Releasing her mouth from his hold, he stops a third of the way in, allowing her to reconcile with their union. Shifting their positions, he’s supporting his weight with his elbows on both sides of her head, knees beneath her rear, and her legs wrap around his waist. When he’s fully buried, he gives her a few moments to align, arch her back, and allow him to thrust. Humping Powder has always been a fantasy, perhaps for longer than he’d ever care to admit, but to be inside of her? The head of his cock slamming at the back of her womb? He can’t help but whimper.
Picking up the pace, her arms hang off his neck and shoulders, clasping onto him. Underneath Claggor, she has no chance, and she likes the lack of control coupled with his desire to care for her. He never stops checking if she likes it, asking her if she’s his girl, and begging her to say his name. His desperation mixed with his instinct to breed her marks Claggor as undeniably sexy.
She’s wet enough that he nearly slips out of her several times, yet keeps himself steady.
It’s everything he pictured, agonized over, and dreamed of. More than that. He’s so much larger than she, noticeably so, and she could disappear beneath him easily. She tells him how full he’s making her, to which he could cum right then and there every time. He tells her she’s tight, so tight, and that he’s getting close. Naturally, in picking up the pace, his headboard slams into the wall, and it leaves marks and dents that he couldn't care less about now.
All that matters is fucking Powder. It’s what he’s here to do. It’s why he’s on this planet at this moment to accomplish. What else could he care about? His knees are rubbing raw, his arms are tingling, but he’s almost there, and she tells him with tears in her eyes that she’s cumming again. That’s all it takes for him to finish. Large spurts dribble into dull ebbs, but it’s enough to leak as he finally pulls out. Embarrassed, it’s the most erotic thing Claggor has ever seen in his short time on this planet, watching his cum drip from her used entrance, mingling with her pubic hair. Milky white complements brilliant blue, and he bites his lip to keep from grunting.
Spent, she wraps her arms over herself and sits up to look at her new lover. He’s eyeing her carefully, and Powder can’t help but ask, What is it?
“I could fall in love with you,” he says. It’s sincere; therefore, she’ll give him that. “You make it easy.”
“Flattery gets you everywhere,” she jokes lamely.
Powder feels so exposed now, awkward in front of her childhood infatuation. She couldn’t imagine doing this with him during her early teens, but she did think about kissing him sometimes. Knowing he was years ahead of her by then, and likely jacking off to the thought of whoever at the time, is so unnerving now.
Could it have been me?
Part of her hopes, but Claggor was likely touching himself to other teens, not flat-chested girls like PowPow.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true.”
“Wow,” she comments. He’s joining her in bed, getting her to slip under the blankets with him. Admittedly, it’s both sexy and inelegant to lie naked with him. She can still feel his seed in her, seeking a settlement in her womb. At the same time, she wants to get closer to him, bask in the afterglow, and maybe touch him again later. “You’re too good at that.”
“I’m only good because of you,” he tells her. “Like I said, you make it easy.”
“Hopefully not too easy. I don’t want to be that kind of girl, Clag.”
“You worry too much.” He pauses. “I’m not going to tell anyone. My dad won’t like it, and Mylo? I don’t know. He’ll think it changes everything.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Sure it does,” he agrees. “But I don’t want to hear him complaining about it, regardless.”
“Harsh.”
“Things can still be good between all of us. Nothing has to change so much that we can’t all be friends.”
“And us?”
“Hm?”
“Are we just friends?”
“I was thinking…hoping for more than that,” he admits. “But this could just be a benefit? If that’s what you’re looking for?”
“A benefit? Like friends with benefits? Come on, Claggor. Do I seem like that type?”
“No,” he tells her. “That’s why I was hoping it could be more.”
“Smooth save.”
“I try.”
“You succeed.”
For a moment, they remain silent, and the stillness of the night carries them into a drowsy bliss.
“I could fall in love with you, too,” she murmurs against his neck. He keeps quiet. “You’re that kind of guy.”