[ Any flattered blush he has upon being called stunning runs deeper as Caleb's hands melt across his skin, curious fingers slipping along iliac grooves like they know all the fault-lines of his body already. He sucks in a breath on Caleb's name and scrunches up red hair in a loose fist for purchase when kisses start to smear across his chest, making his lashes droop in their path up his neck. ]
Oh.
[ Fjord shifts closer in a full-bodied arch, an unsteadier breath leaving him as his eyes close to better enjoy the pass of that mouth over his pulse. His free hand grasps at a shirt's collar. ]
no subject
Oh.
[ Fjord shifts closer in a full-bodied arch, an unsteadier breath leaving him as his eyes close to better enjoy the pass of that mouth over his pulse. His free hand grasps at a shirt's collar. ]
Talk to me, I want to hear your voice.