[ Fjord shudders with a sound that's briefly startling, not used to hearing it in this context. But the reason becomes quickly apparent as the sound shifts, and Fjord growls a warning that sends a pleasant shiver down Caleb's spine as he brings him to his peak. He doesn't slow his hand as he strokes him through it, wanting to make it last for him, though it seems Fjord hardly needs his help with that. He comes more than Caleb's ever experienced, spilling thickly over his own torso, Caleb's hand, and the front of Caleb's shirt. But even the latter doesn't concern him at the moment.
More pressing is the way Fjord rocks over him, bringing him nearly to the cusp of his own orgasm. It's so close he can feel the throb of it in his balls and at the base of his spine, hot and tight. Fjord's grip on his hair stings in a way that only makes it worse as he pulls back enough to look up at him, blue eyes wide and dark, brow furrowed with desperation. ]
A little more, Fjord, please, [ he urges, low and rough and vulnerable. His hips push up against the curve of Fjord's ass, and just the knowledge of Fjord getting off on riding him like this is nearly enough to undo him. Nearly. ]
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More pressing is the way Fjord rocks over him, bringing him nearly to the cusp of his own orgasm. It's so close he can feel the throb of it in his balls and at the base of his spine, hot and tight. Fjord's grip on his hair stings in a way that only makes it worse as he pulls back enough to look up at him, blue eyes wide and dark, brow furrowed with desperation. ]
A little more, Fjord, please, [ he urges, low and rough and vulnerable. His hips push up against the curve of Fjord's ass, and just the knowledge of Fjord getting off on riding him like this is nearly enough to undo him. Nearly. ]