[ Caleb shifts forward in Fjord's lap with the touch against his waist, with a low, pleased noise for the continued kisses. His hips roll forward almost experimentally, pressing the length of his gradually filling cock alongside Fjord's. ]
Mm. It has to be hands, ja? For your card?
[ For his too actually, now that he thinks about it. They'd had a matching square that fits that description. This time his hand does find Fjord's cock as he's talking, with a light, trailing touch down from his navel before circling around the shaft and giving a single self-indulgently slow, thorough stroke. ]
But could it not just as easily be your hands on me?
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Mm. It has to be hands, ja? For your card?
[ For his too actually, now that he thinks about it. They'd had a matching square that fits that description. This time his hand does find Fjord's cock as he's talking, with a light, trailing touch down from his navel before circling around the shaft and giving a single self-indulgently slow, thorough stroke. ]
But could it not just as easily be your hands on me?