[ Watching and feeling Fjord harden in his hand is a level of erotic that has Caleb isn't prepared for. He feels almost helpless against it as he looks between the exploratory stroking of his hand along the flushed green of Fjord's cock and the flushed green of his friend's face, and he drags his teeth across his own lower lip to keep himself from moaning outright.
This is something he'd never have anticipated happening between them, but now that it has, he wants. ]
I think I have some idea.
[ Teasing, but half at his own expense. Not only can he feel the way Fjord's cock twitches in his grip, but he's achingly hard himself.
He uses two hands, one with fingers circled near the base, giving short, tight, encouraging strokes. The other explores, fingers trailing over the stiffened ribbing along the sides and around the head, a thumb applying more pressure underneath, back and forth. Caleb is in the process of examining, learning, and remembering, all the better to give Fjord exactly what he likes in the future. ]
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This is something he'd never have anticipated happening between them, but now that it has, he wants. ]
I think I have some idea.
[ Teasing, but half at his own expense. Not only can he feel the way Fjord's cock twitches in his grip, but he's achingly hard himself.
He uses two hands, one with fingers circled near the base, giving short, tight, encouraging strokes. The other explores, fingers trailing over the stiffened ribbing along the sides and around the head, a thumb applying more pressure underneath, back and forth. Caleb is in the process of examining, learning, and remembering, all the better to give Fjord exactly what he likes in the future. ]