[ Caleb takes that encouragement, finding that he can do little else now. Just grinding against Fjord through several layers of clothing had felt incredible, but this is causing him to absolutely lose his composure. His cock fills quickly in Fjord's hand, a little firmer with each stroke, each increasingly needy roll of Caleb's hips. The nails digging into his ass to drag him in elicits this low, plaintive noise that resolves to a whimper. Fjord can probably feel the way his cock throbs. ]
Yes, Fjord, that is good, that is so good.
[ Desperate panting as Caleb tilts his face almost subconsciously toward Fjord's, chasing the brush of their noses until he can kiss him again, even if it's just a short, distracted brush of his lips against the corner of his mouth.
He pumps Fjord's cock without rhythm, just lets himself palm over the textured spots that feel most interesting to him over and over again. But the precome continuing to drip from the tip is encouraging, and he spreads it down each time he closes the thick head in his fist. ]
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Yes, Fjord, that is good, that is so good.
[ Desperate panting as Caleb tilts his face almost subconsciously toward Fjord's, chasing the brush of their noses until he can kiss him again, even if it's just a short, distracted brush of his lips against the corner of his mouth.
He pumps Fjord's cock without rhythm, just lets himself palm over the textured spots that feel most interesting to him over and over again. But the precome continuing to drip from the tip is encouraging, and he spreads it down each time he closes the thick head in his fist. ]