[ Getting hard is not a secret for Fjord as the front of his breeches start to strain against Caleb's navel, a burgeoning erection filling out easily. It's the soft red hair in his fingers and the tight grip at his waist that have him choking back a gasp and failing to do so. ]
I don't know, uh.
[ His hips shift in a slow roll, not uncertain about what he wants but a little shy. The slightest friction is heavenly and has him arching his shoulders, head tipping back as his lower half slants forward in a grind. ]
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I don't know, uh.
[ His hips shift in a slow roll, not uncertain about what he wants but a little shy. The slightest friction is heavenly and has him arching his shoulders, head tipping back as his lower half slants forward in a grind. ]
I, um. Mmm. I liked ... where your hands started.