[ Watching Caleb intently, it would be impossible not to notice the way his lips part to draw in a sharp breath and his eyes become practically glued to the shift of muscle in Fjord's torso. This is far from the first time he has seen Fjord shirtless. But there is a distinct difference between happening to notice his friend's impressive physique at the bathhouse or aboard the ship or changing in a shared room and watching Fjord remove his shirt deliberately for him. It invites him to admire openly in a way he hasn't before, and there is plenty to admire.
The halforc is expectedly heavy when he settles over his lap. His muscular thighs are thicker than Caleb's, easily compared like this, and his arms drape over his shoulders, putting both his pecs and biceps on eye level. His presence is all-encompassingly, wonderfully overwhelming in a way that demands all of Caleb's attention.
There is absolutely no way he isn't hopelessly bright red and wide-eyed. ]
Ja, bestimmt. Na sicher. Er--sure, of course. [ Momentarily tongue-tied, he has to force his brain to change gears so that he can speak Common again. He's also paralyzed by indecision, presented with so many options it makes his head spin. Just where and how is he supposed to touch first? He wets his lips nervously before shaking his head with a soft, helpless laugh under his breath. He must look so foolish. ] Sorry, sorry. Fjord, you are...stunning.
[ Figuring out where to start is a little easier when he reassures himself that he can eventually explore everywhere. Both hands settle first at his waist as Caleb allows himself to follow a particularly tempting whim, using his thumbs to trace that absurdly attractive v-shaped crease down toward his waistband. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to Fjord's chest, beginning just beneath the dip of his collarbone. He has to lean in and up more and more as he starts to work his way up his throat from there with warm, exploratory kisses reminiscent of the way he'd spent several long minutes mouthing at Fjord's neck the first night they'd discussed any of this.
Of course, because this is Caleb, that is no coincidence. He remembers perfectly how affected Fjord had been just by that. ]
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The halforc is expectedly heavy when he settles over his lap. His muscular thighs are thicker than Caleb's, easily compared like this, and his arms drape over his shoulders, putting both his pecs and biceps on eye level. His presence is all-encompassingly, wonderfully overwhelming in a way that demands all of Caleb's attention.
There is absolutely no way he isn't hopelessly bright red and wide-eyed. ]
Ja, bestimmt. Na sicher. Er--sure, of course. [ Momentarily tongue-tied, he has to force his brain to change gears so that he can speak Common again. He's also paralyzed by indecision, presented with so many options it makes his head spin. Just where and how is he supposed to touch first? He wets his lips nervously before shaking his head with a soft, helpless laugh under his breath. He must look so foolish. ] Sorry, sorry. Fjord, you are...stunning.
[ Figuring out where to start is a little easier when he reassures himself that he can eventually explore everywhere. Both hands settle first at his waist as Caleb allows himself to follow a particularly tempting whim, using his thumbs to trace that absurdly attractive v-shaped crease down toward his waistband. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to Fjord's chest, beginning just beneath the dip of his collarbone. He has to lean in and up more and more as he starts to work his way up his throat from there with warm, exploratory kisses reminiscent of the way he'd spent several long minutes mouthing at Fjord's neck the first night they'd discussed any of this.
Of course, because this is Caleb, that is no coincidence. He remembers perfectly how affected Fjord had been just by that. ]