[ It's sort of surreal in much the same way as it had been that first night, watching Fjord's pupils expand, his flushed face, his almost shy glances. Talking in detail about what sort of sex they might or might not have.
Except this isn't so theoretical. Fjord is asking him here and now to touch him. And Caleb shocks himself with how eager he is to agree. It's true that he is still nervous, even if this promises to be fairly simple. This more than he's done in a very long time. But Fjord has clearly thought his proposal through to accommodate him, a considerate gesture that Caleb is deeply appreciative of. He feels entirely safe. That Fjord had specifically sought him out for this makes him feel wanted, too, and he couldn't ask for more than that. ]
Ja. All of that sounds--fine. Perfect. [ Almost whispered, with their foreheads presses together. Caleb takes advantage of the proximity to steal a brief, warm kiss, after which his lips linger close. ] Thank you.
[ His thumb swipes slowly back and forth in an arc against Fjord's cheek along the line of his beard. Caleb's eyes slip closed, taking advantage of his own lack of sight to ask something that risks a little more embarrassment, honest and open. ]
Though I think that I would like you to touch me, too. [ He'd been well on his way to flushed already, but now he can feel the heat in his face. ] If you want.
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Except this isn't so theoretical. Fjord is asking him here and now to touch him. And Caleb shocks himself with how eager he is to agree. It's true that he is still nervous, even if this promises to be fairly simple. This more than he's done in a very long time. But Fjord has clearly thought his proposal through to accommodate him, a considerate gesture that Caleb is deeply appreciative of. He feels entirely safe. That Fjord had specifically sought him out for this makes him feel wanted, too, and he couldn't ask for more than that. ]
Ja. All of that sounds--fine. Perfect. [ Almost whispered, with their foreheads presses together. Caleb takes advantage of the proximity to steal a brief, warm kiss, after which his lips linger close. ] Thank you.
[ His thumb swipes slowly back and forth in an arc against Fjord's cheek along the line of his beard. Caleb's eyes slip closed, taking advantage of his own lack of sight to ask something that risks a little more embarrassment, honest and open. ]
Though I think that I would like you to touch me, too. [ He'd been well on his way to flushed already, but now he can feel the heat in his face. ] If you want.