[ Usually getting off would mean a quick jerk in the bath in the morning to clear his head for the day, perfunctory at best. With Caleb he can not only see him examining but feel it too and gods damn it, if that isn't a hell of a turn-on, to be the centre of his focus. His world, awhile.
Turns out he can't actually watch for long before his hips drive forward into those strokes, head tipping back on a groan. ]
Caleb, oh gods ...
[ His fingers wind through their grip in red hair to tug a little, nails biting into Caleb's shoulder as an anchor whenever a thumb brushes underneath the thick soft crown, starting to bead precome. ]
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Turns out he can't actually watch for long before his hips drive forward into those strokes, head tipping back on a groan. ]
Caleb, oh gods ...
[ His fingers wind through their grip in red hair to tug a little, nails biting into Caleb's shoulder as an anchor whenever a thumb brushes underneath the thick soft crown, starting to bead precome. ]
That feels so good, fuck. Oh, fuck.