[ If he'd thought that the occasional incidental stimulation was good, Caleb is woefully unprepared for how it feels when it is deliberate. His cock slots perfectly along the seam between Fjord's legs, and even with several layers between them he can feel the heat of his body and the back-and-forth drag of pressure every time his hips shift. Caleb's hand stutters in its rhythm on Fjord's dick, slowing as he's distracted by how good it feels to rock up against him, even if what he's feeling most is the fabric of his own clothing, becoming wetter around the tip of his cock as precome soaks into it.
It also isn't lost on him what these motions are pantomiming, which is a distracting thought all by itself. ]
Gods, Fjord.
[ That helpless moan is as much of an answer as he provides, but it's pretty plain to see this is very good for him. Caleb recognizes the tight feeling building near the base of his cock, knows distantly that sooner or later, likely sooner, he is going to come in his breeches like an overeager teenager. But this feels so amazing that he almost doesn't care.
He manages to pick up the rhythm again, helped along by the steady drip of precome wetting his hand. The fluid smears down the length of Fjord's erection with every pump of his fist, slicking the way for a faster pace. ]
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It also isn't lost on him what these motions are pantomiming, which is a distracting thought all by itself. ]
Gods, Fjord.
[ That helpless moan is as much of an answer as he provides, but it's pretty plain to see this is very good for him. Caleb recognizes the tight feeling building near the base of his cock, knows distantly that sooner or later, likely sooner, he is going to come in his breeches like an overeager teenager. But this feels so amazing that he almost doesn't care.
He manages to pick up the rhythm again, helped along by the steady drip of precome wetting his hand. The fluid smears down the length of Fjord's erection with every pump of his fist, slicking the way for a faster pace. ]