[ When his vision fades back from whiting out and he can hear himself panting hard on Caleb's shoulder, he reasserts his embrace and holds onto him like someone might try to pull Caleb away, nuzzling the curve of his neck as Fjord rubs his sides, a thumb brushing the subtle bumps of ribs, back and forth.
They definitely just did that. No mistaking it. Does he regret it? No, because it's Caleb and he trusts him and respects him so much that he would never do anything like that without wanting to, but also ... it's Caleb, and Fjord needs to keep him as a friend even if this new dynamic is going to become a thing.
It's easier just to hold onto him and hide under the guise of exhaustion, at least for a couple of minutes. When he presses a soft kiss to a shoulder, he rests his cheek there. ]
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They definitely just did that. No mistaking it. Does he regret it? No, because it's Caleb and he trusts him and respects him so much that he would never do anything like that without wanting to, but also ... it's Caleb, and Fjord needs to keep him as a friend even if this new dynamic is going to become a thing.
It's easier just to hold onto him and hide under the guise of exhaustion, at least for a couple of minutes. When he presses a soft kiss to a shoulder, he rests his cheek there. ]