[ If he didn't have Caleb on his lap already he might have dragged him on with the rasp of nails down his chest, nuzzling at a neck when he hears that pensive reply. Baffled, but weirdly aroused by it too. ]
Deciding how ... ?
[ It's done on impulse, the much sweeter way he nibbles his way up to a jaw and kneads at Caleb's soft waist, begging with kisses. The brush of fingers on his navel has his abs taut, every nerve on alert. ]
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Deciding how ... ?
[ It's done on impulse, the much sweeter way he nibbles his way up to a jaw and kneads at Caleb's soft waist, begging with kisses. The brush of fingers on his navel has his abs taut, every nerve on alert. ]