You are not-- [ Caleb's breath hitches as Fjord gets a hand around him. He isn't hard just yet, but having someone else's hand on him for a change is going to get him there quickly. ] --being selfish. Oh.
[ That moan is definitely the loudest sound he's made yet, a direct result of the thumb sliding over the tip of his cock, still slightly oversensitive. His face is unusually open, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, slightly unfocused. Exhilaration and obvious pleasure are tempered with mild surprise, as though he still can't quite believe he's capable of feeling this good. He's flushed all over, from his face down his neck to his chest, a mixture of arousal, exertion, and the hot water. ]
Could be softer. [ He has to give a soft huff of an almost-laugh, though he knows what Fjord means. How could he not, when he's currently dragging his palm across all of those delightfully new and intriguing ridges along the length of Fjord's cock? ] But I suppose, in comparison.
[ Caleb's eyes close as he rolls his hips experimentally, pushing into Fjord's touch. Long, damp lashes brush against his cheeks, and the hand still braced on his friend's shoulder for balance tightens reflexively. ]
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[ That moan is definitely the loudest sound he's made yet, a direct result of the thumb sliding over the tip of his cock, still slightly oversensitive. His face is unusually open, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, slightly unfocused. Exhilaration and obvious pleasure are tempered with mild surprise, as though he still can't quite believe he's capable of feeling this good. He's flushed all over, from his face down his neck to his chest, a mixture of arousal, exertion, and the hot water. ]
Could be softer. [ He has to give a soft huff of an almost-laugh, though he knows what Fjord means. How could he not, when he's currently dragging his palm across all of those delightfully new and intriguing ridges along the length of Fjord's cock? ] But I suppose, in comparison.
[ Caleb's eyes close as he rolls his hips experimentally, pushing into Fjord's touch. Long, damp lashes brush against his cheeks, and the hand still braced on his friend's shoulder for balance tightens reflexively. ]