[ His lashes flutter as Caleb trickles his touch along a happy-trail, watching him keenly. His voice sounds dry and broken when he speaks, having to clear his throat. ]
Yes.
[ On impulse, he leans in to kiss Caleb with a thoroughness that borders on desperate, letting him taste how much Fjord wants him with a low moan that pours off his tongue. He arches in to encourage Caleb to free him from the lacings on his trousers, peering down intently so he can watch those lovely learned fingers on his burning cock. ]
Come on, Cay.
[ A dare, along with a teasing smile that holds more bravado than he feels. ]
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Yes.
[ On impulse, he leans in to kiss Caleb with a thoroughness that borders on desperate, letting him taste how much Fjord wants him with a low moan that pours off his tongue. He arches in to encourage Caleb to free him from the lacings on his trousers, peering down intently so he can watch those lovely learned fingers on his burning cock. ]
Come on, Cay.
[ A dare, along with a teasing smile that holds more bravado than he feels. ]