[ While that is the kind of praise Caleb would normally either scoff at or blush about and never address, here in the middle of things as they are, it makes him smile. He conveys that warmth to Fjord with another kiss, which breaks with a moan when his cock is guided to slide up right alongside Fjord's. It's exactly what he'd wanted, though he hadn't known it until just now.
The noises Fjord is making between kisses, so close that Caleb can feel the puff of breath against his ear, stirs something thick and warm low inside him, makes the snap of his hips both shorter and a little sharper. Wanton, desperate, his cock grinds against the underside of Fjord's and pushes in and out of both of their hands, curled around them together, Caleb's fingers half intertwined with Fjord's. His hair sticks to his neck and the air feels hot and cloying and close, thick with moisture. His own voice sounds different to him, gasping and panting, mostly just sounds but occasionally a raspy word in Zemnian. His balls feel tight already, have practically since he started getting hard again. This is--Fjord is--so much and too good, where he has has so little for so long. He can't possibly last. ]
Yes! [ A burst of relief, knowing that he is not only allowed to let go so quickly, but that Fjord wants him to. He pulls back just enough to press his forehead affectionately to Fjord's. His eyes, darkened, cloudy blue, slide open as their noses brush again. ] Hurry, Fjord, I am--I'm almost there.
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The noises Fjord is making between kisses, so close that Caleb can feel the puff of breath against his ear, stirs something thick and warm low inside him, makes the snap of his hips both shorter and a little sharper. Wanton, desperate, his cock grinds against the underside of Fjord's and pushes in and out of both of their hands, curled around them together, Caleb's fingers half intertwined with Fjord's. His hair sticks to his neck and the air feels hot and cloying and close, thick with moisture. His own voice sounds different to him, gasping and panting, mostly just sounds but occasionally a raspy word in Zemnian. His balls feel tight already, have practically since he started getting hard again. This is--Fjord is--so much and too good, where he has has so little for so long. He can't possibly last. ]
Yes! [ A burst of relief, knowing that he is not only allowed to let go so quickly, but that Fjord wants him to. He pulls back just enough to press his forehead affectionately to Fjord's. His eyes, darkened, cloudy blue, slide open as their noses brush again. ] Hurry, Fjord, I am--I'm almost there.