[ That kiss leaves Caleb reeling for a long moment even after it's over, swept up by the burning need it had conveyed. But his fingers are still precise when they begin pulling apart the laces of Fjord's breeches, opening the fabric further with every sharp tug.
Fjord's goading urges him on, and he glances up from his work just briefly to meet his eye and return his smile with one of his own, somewhere between bashful and playful.
But his attention is taken again quickly as he slides a hand into the open front of Fjord's breeches and takes hold of his cock, giving a slow, experimental stroke before he draws it out. He can tell just from that initial touch that there are some notable differences from what he's used to, even apart from the size, which he'd already been aware of despite best efforts to politely avert his gaze when appropriate.
When he does get a good look, the first word out of his mouth is a soft Zemnian curse under his breath. But it's clear he isn't put off in the least, as he's already thumbing gently over a ridge, careful but curious. ]
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Fjord's goading urges him on, and he glances up from his work just briefly to meet his eye and return his smile with one of his own, somewhere between bashful and playful.
But his attention is taken again quickly as he slides a hand into the open front of Fjord's breeches and takes hold of his cock, giving a slow, experimental stroke before he draws it out. He can tell just from that initial touch that there are some notable differences from what he's used to, even apart from the size, which he'd already been aware of despite best efforts to politely avert his gaze when appropriate.
When he does get a good look, the first word out of his mouth is a soft Zemnian curse under his breath. But it's clear he isn't put off in the least, as he's already thumbing gently over a ridge, careful but curious. ]