[ That slow, heavy grind is also incredible for Caleb, who is far too caught up in the moment to even think about stifling the low groan torn out of his throat. Feeling the way Fjord hardens against him has Caleb following suit with dizzying speed. Alone, getting off has usually been perfunctory at best. With a partner, with Fjord, it is anything but. He feels excited, exhilarated, desperate for more. And it seems like every little thing Fjord does ratchets these feelings up higher and higher, an increasing pressure. ]
So did I. [ He can't quite reach high enough to kiss Fjord's jaw, so he leaves off just beneath it with a teasing scrape of teeth. His hands slip down again, tracing lines of muscle with cleverly light fingertips.
Caleb has good hands for this. Good hands in general with long, elegantly tapered fingers, a little calloused and stained from all his writing and casting and handling of components, but dexterous and skilled from practice with somatic movements. He uses them now to follow the line of Fjord's trousers, skimming just barely against his skin. ] Tell me you will let me do this in bed sometime. I would like to lay you out and take my time with this part.
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So did I. [ He can't quite reach high enough to kiss Fjord's jaw, so he leaves off just beneath it with a teasing scrape of teeth. His hands slip down again, tracing lines of muscle with cleverly light fingertips.
Caleb has good hands for this. Good hands in general with long, elegantly tapered fingers, a little calloused and stained from all his writing and casting and handling of components, but dexterous and skilled from practice with somatic movements. He uses them now to follow the line of Fjord's trousers, skimming just barely against his skin. ] Tell me you will let me do this in bed sometime. I would like to lay you out and take my time with this part.