[ Caleb leans back far enough to look up at Fjord's face, then trace a significant glance down the rest of his body. Yes, he wants that. Maybe that is treading somehow on the structure of their arrangement, meant to be helping each other with squares rather than making personal requests, but now that Caleb is here, he can't help making it personal. ]
Good. [ He smiles with obvious affection. Fingertips card teasingly through the trail of dark hair leading down from Fjord's navel, tugging that waistband down a little in the process. ] Do you want this now?
[ One hand continues down, cups the obvious shape of Fjord's dick through the fabric of his breeches. Caleb feels a sympathetic throb from his own erection as he squeezes gently. ] It feels like you do.
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Good. [ He smiles with obvious affection. Fingertips card teasingly through the trail of dark hair leading down from Fjord's navel, tugging that waistband down a little in the process. ] Do you want this now?
[ One hand continues down, cups the obvious shape of Fjord's dick through the fabric of his breeches. Caleb feels a sympathetic throb from his own erection as he squeezes gently. ] It feels like you do.