[ Post-blizzard brings with it a very pleasant surprise; a mended house. It's more convenient than the Lavish Chateau with running hot water and radiators, sealed windows, and a roof to top it off. Fjord looks it all over in astonishment, getting nothing helpful from a delighted Molly who is besotted with his new deep hot tub and little else (he'll be languishing in there for weeks if no one forces him to dry off) and is prompted to seek out the only other person who could be responsible.
He finds Caleb at the kitchen table, notes and spell paraphernalia spread out. With folded arms, Fjord leans in the doorway and clears his throat. ]
If you told me you'd completed a whole row off your card, I'd believe you. No questions asked.
[ Lost in a haze of spell equations, it takes Caleb a moment after Fjord clears his throat to sit up and take notice. He half turns in his seat so that he can see the doorway, an arm laying across the back of the chair. ]
That would have been very ambitious of me.
[ His half-smile is a little lopsided, and his fingertips have fresh ink stains. ]
I was not expecting the hot tub. I just asked for repairs.
[ And some winter clothes. He's been content just to watch his friends enjoying the improvements to the house without mentioning his part in it. ]
It seemed like a priority after the storm.
[ Now they'll have somewhere safe to stay if anything similar happens in the future. ]
[ He watches the picture Caleb makes, perking up out of his innovations like a schoolboy from his sums. It's endearing how hard he always works, striving to keep them all safe with his spells and now with his requests from the Augur. ]
I'm ... relieved to hear it.
[ That the additional repairs were not the offshoot of other requests and extra endeavours with strangers. Fjord has no claim over Caleb and no wish to dictate with whom he spends his time, but it's a strange weight off his shoulders to know Caleb hasn't been committing that doggedly determined brain purely to solving his A5 card.
Fjord pushes off the doorframe and paces over, brushing back some free-falling bangs as he cups Caleb's cheek. ]
[ Caleb turns his face up slowly enough not to dislodge Fjord's hand. Both the touch and his concern are sweet, and he raises his own to curl his fingers loosely around Fjord's wrist. ]
I have worried you for nothing, then. [ Said apologetically, with a gentle squeeze. ] I've been too hesitant still to pursue anything else. All of this is thanks to just that, ah...that one evening. [ The one the two of them had spent curled up by the fire, and then in bed.
He's quick to reassure, though, because the last thing he wants is to weigh too heavily on anyone's mind. ]
But I would not want to be a cause for concern, anyway. I will be fine, Fjord. Adjusting to expectations here has just taken some time.
[ That night: the intense s(ch)nuggling night. Yes. Well, damn, he's glad their canoodling gave them a hot tub, in that case. He can't seem to get any of his powers back no matter how hard he tries, but at least he'll be clean throughout each effort.
Leaning his other hand on the back of the chair, he tilts Caleb's chin to the side and murmurs into the hollow of his cheek in a not-kiss, ]
How about if I admit I was also a little jealous?
[ He's not the best at sharing, outside the Nein anyway. ]
[ Fjord's breath spreads warm over his skin, and the rumble of his voice that close makes something flip pleasantly in Caleb's stomach. He wets his lips unconsciously, and the hand still holding his ink-dipped pen sets it down on the table. ]
Jealous of...?
[ But he understands, of course. Jealous of whatever potential partners Fjord thought he might have had. The question, really, is why. ]
I can't tell if you're being serious. [ He also can't tell whether he wants him to be. ]
I don't trust anyone on this island except you and Molly.
[ If Lucien makes an appearance, the trio is one down.
He eases away, removing himself from Caleb to fold his arms and perch on the edge of the table, his smile warm and a blush undiluted where it stains across his cheeks, betraying his cool despite Fjord's even tone. The look he gives him is a long one, weighing up their friendship. ]
So, I don't like thinking about you with just anyone out there.
[ Jerking his chin to the door. ]
Is that a surprise?
[ He hopes it's not, at least not too big of one. After he thought about it for a while (fretted) he knew for himself. ]
[ Caleb takes the opportunity, after Fjord puts a little space between them again, to do the same. He considers the long arc of their relationship, up to and including recent changes. And as Fjord explains, Caleb understands what he means, and shakes his head in response to the last question. ]
No. Not when you put it like that.
[ He gets to his feet, closing the small distance to lay a hand over Fjord's crossed arms, reassuring. ]
I don't trust outsiders, either. [ That's not exactly news, though. ] Even knowing that you make smart choices and can take care of yourself, I want to know you will be treated well by anyone you are with. And there are so many ways to be taken advantage of in this place that are outside of our control. Except when we are together.
[ His arms unwind under the warmth of that touch and he runs his hands around Caleb's waist to reel him in closer, enough to tip his own forehead down and rest it on a twin. ]
It comforts me a great deal that you know I would never do that to you; take advantage. I trust you in these matters too, Caleb.
[ The kiss is soft and chaste, needing only a slight change in angle to meet Caleb's lips with a hot, relieved exhale. Fjord watches him, lashes lowered. ]
Which is why I have a ... request, if you're willing. It's to do with my card.
[ Of course he knows that. He would say that, would say that he's also grateful for Fjord's trust in him, but the way he returns the kiss, unhesitating and honest, probably conveys it all just as well.
He's still getting used to intimacy like this, but his friends have made it a little easier. It doesn't feel awkward or forced in the least. He wants it. That is something he'd realized rather quickly after that first night.
So when Fjord gets to his reason for interrupting his work, Caleb feels a rush of nervous excitement. He's already been distracted, and he certainly won't be able to go back to it with a request like this out in the open. Wouldn't want to, if he's being honest with himself. He raises a hand to Fjord's face as the other rests at his waist, not only receptive, but reciprocating. ]
This is what we talked about, isn't it? [ His lips stretch in a gently teasing smile. ] Of course I am willing. What do you need?
[ The hand on his cheek soaks up the heat there, bright-eyed as Fjord is his gaze is also furtive and mildly apprehensive. He glances down to gather his courage, then back up at Caleb, and if he knew how his slit pupils dilated so easily he would be utterly embarrassed ... but he doesn't, so he still feels brave.
Caleb will help, he said so. ]
I want your hands on me. That's ... a requirement. Your touch.
[ It's not as hard as he imagined it would be to admit what he needs because it is also, funnily enough, something that he now wants too. ]
I know you are nervous, I understand. It had been some time for me too, before Avantika. This way, you can touch me [ his face feels like it's on fire as he strives to keep his voice level, ] and if you don't want me to do anything in return then you can stay dressed.
If you ... [ his attention flicks behind Caleb to the chair, ] If you sit down, you can have control over the situation.
[ The embrace around Caleb tightens into a brief hug, bringing their foreheads close again as Fjord offers himself up in the best way for Caleb to handle (from what he's seen and experienced, clearly having been thoughtful on the matter for some time). ]
[ It's sort of surreal in much the same way as it had been that first night, watching Fjord's pupils expand, his flushed face, his almost shy glances. Talking in detail about what sort of sex they might or might not have.
Except this isn't so theoretical. Fjord is asking him here and now to touch him. And Caleb shocks himself with how eager he is to agree. It's true that he is still nervous, even if this promises to be fairly simple. This more than he's done in a very long time. But Fjord has clearly thought his proposal through to accommodate him, a considerate gesture that Caleb is deeply appreciative of. He feels entirely safe. That Fjord had specifically sought him out for this makes him feel wanted, too, and he couldn't ask for more than that. ]
Ja. All of that sounds--fine. Perfect. [ Almost whispered, with their foreheads presses together. Caleb takes advantage of the proximity to steal a brief, warm kiss, after which his lips linger close. ] Thank you.
[ His thumb swipes slowly back and forth in an arc against Fjord's cheek along the line of his beard. Caleb's eyes slip closed, taking advantage of his own lack of sight to ask something that risks a little more embarrassment, honest and open. ]
Though I think that I would like you to touch me, too. [ He'd been well on his way to flushed already, but now he can feel the heat in his face. ] If you want.
[ The lingering kiss suffuses him with a tingling heat that has Fjord simmering with want, already antsy from talking about such things, and he shivers as he listens to Caleb's confession. Smiles, and it matches Caleb's teasing expression from before, giddy with all the new options opening up between them. ]
I think I can manage that.
[ He squeezes playfully around Caleb's waist, nudging him backwards with a knee. ]
Take a seat then, and so will I.
[ Astonishing, how so much promise can be packed into a few low words. ]
[ There's giddy relief in Caleb's smile, and he lingers for just long enough to kiss Fjord again. Anticipation and excitement make his nerves feel less daunting. When he draws away from Fjord, just a half-step back to the chair, he can already feel it spreading, making him feel pleasantly light-headed.
When he feels the edge of the chair behind him, he sits down, all without taking his eyes off Fjord. His gaze his intense with heated curiosity, eager as he is to see exactly what Fjord has in mind. He wants to explore him, touch him, learn what makes him feel good. ]
[ Caleb's kisses are all so honest and impetuous, Fjord understands them completely as he leans into each brief, earnest peck.
For a moment after Caleb takes his seat he dithers on the spot, not really having a solid plan of action beyond a vague idea of asking Caleb and then the conclusion, but he thinks he has an idea or two up his sleeve ... or out of it.
His arms cross as he finds the hem of the simple cotton shirt to tug it up and over his head, revealing himself for Caleb's benefit. The lighter green that dapples the centre of his chest is covered in black hair smattered in scars from various battles that Caleb will surely remember a few of, but the most prominent is the matching scar to Molly's in the middle of a breastbone, a paler green between heavy pecs. The slicing mark of the Falchion matches the scar between his shoulder-blades, the latter hidden for now as he steps forward after a moment's pause to drop his shirt.
He keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he widens his stance and sinks down on his friend's lap, arms coming to rest naturally on Caleb's shoulders. Maybe Fjord is a little too big for this, he thinks, in the next moment not caring at all about appearances when he gets a thrill from being planted squarely in Caleb's lap for his attention, enjoying how much of the wizard's space he commands. ]
[ Watching Caleb intently, it would be impossible not to notice the way his lips part to draw in a sharp breath and his eyes become practically glued to the shift of muscle in Fjord's torso. This is far from the first time he has seen Fjord shirtless. But there is a distinct difference between happening to notice his friend's impressive physique at the bathhouse or aboard the ship or changing in a shared room and watching Fjord remove his shirt deliberately for him. It invites him to admire openly in a way he hasn't before, and there is plenty to admire.
The halforc is expectedly heavy when he settles over his lap. His muscular thighs are thicker than Caleb's, easily compared like this, and his arms drape over his shoulders, putting both his pecs and biceps on eye level. His presence is all-encompassingly, wonderfully overwhelming in a way that demands all of Caleb's attention.
There is absolutely no way he isn't hopelessly bright red and wide-eyed. ]
Ja, bestimmt. Na sicher. Er--sure, of course. [ Momentarily tongue-tied, he has to force his brain to change gears so that he can speak Common again. He's also paralyzed by indecision, presented with so many options it makes his head spin. Just where and how is he supposed to touch first? He wets his lips nervously before shaking his head with a soft, helpless laugh under his breath. He must look so foolish. ] Sorry, sorry. Fjord, you are...stunning.
[ Figuring out where to start is a little easier when he reassures himself that he can eventually explore everywhere. Both hands settle first at his waist as Caleb allows himself to follow a particularly tempting whim, using his thumbs to trace that absurdly attractive v-shaped crease down toward his waistband. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to Fjord's chest, beginning just beneath the dip of his collarbone. He has to lean in and up more and more as he starts to work his way up his throat from there with warm, exploratory kisses reminiscent of the way he'd spent several long minutes mouthing at Fjord's neck the first night they'd discussed any of this.
Of course, because this is Caleb, that is no coincidence. He remembers perfectly how affected Fjord had been just by that. ]
[ Any flattered blush he has upon being called stunning runs deeper as Caleb's hands melt across his skin, curious fingers slipping along iliac grooves like they know all the fault-lines of his body already. He sucks in a breath on Caleb's name and scrunches up red hair in a loose fist for purchase when kisses start to smear across his chest, making his lashes droop in their path up his neck. ]
Oh.
[ Fjord shifts closer in a full-bodied arch, an unsteadier breath leaving him as his eyes close to better enjoy the pass of that mouth over his pulse. His free hand grasps at a shirt's collar. ]
[ The combination of fingers curling into his hair, the shifting weight of Fjord in his lap arching toward him, and a shaky breath that sounds like his name sure does go straight to his cock. It's a flare of arousal so distinct and undeniable that Caleb gasps sharply against Fjord's neck, shocked by the strength of his own body's capacity for desire. That is what they're here for, obviously, but it really has been years for him. ]
I can do that. [ Murmured against the warm skin beneath his mouth between increasingly hungry kisses. ] What do you want to hear?
[ It's mostly a rhetorical question, a pause so that he can nip lightly where he feels the thud of Fjord's pulse beneath his lips. As Fjord's hand finds his collar, Caleb's hands clutch harder at his waist, half to ground himself. ]
I want to know how to touch you, Fjord. What you like best.
[ Getting hard is not a secret for Fjord as the front of his breeches start to strain against Caleb's navel, a burgeoning erection filling out easily. It's the soft red hair in his fingers and the tight grip at his waist that have him choking back a gasp and failing to do so. ]
I don't know, uh.
[ His hips shift in a slow roll, not uncertain about what he wants but a little shy. The slightest friction is heavenly and has him arching his shoulders, head tipping back as his lower half slants forward in a grind. ]
[ That slow, heavy grind is also incredible for Caleb, who is far too caught up in the moment to even think about stifling the low groan torn out of his throat. Feeling the way Fjord hardens against him has Caleb following suit with dizzying speed. Alone, getting off has usually been perfunctory at best. With a partner, with Fjord, it is anything but. He feels excited, exhilarated, desperate for more. And it seems like every little thing Fjord does ratchets these feelings up higher and higher, an increasing pressure. ]
So did I. [ He can't quite reach high enough to kiss Fjord's jaw, so he leaves off just beneath it with a teasing scrape of teeth. His hands slip down again, tracing lines of muscle with cleverly light fingertips.
Caleb has good hands for this. Good hands in general with long, elegantly tapered fingers, a little calloused and stained from all his writing and casting and handling of components, but dexterous and skilled from practice with somatic movements. He uses them now to follow the line of Fjord's trousers, skimming just barely against his skin. ] Tell me you will let me do this in bed sometime. I would like to lay you out and take my time with this part.
[ His neck feels pleasantly numb from Caleb's attention, tingling a little in the wake of having heightened Fjord's arousal. He wars between being incredibly pleased Caleb knows about it and wishing no one did because it makes him so easy.
His abdomen reflexively tightens as Caleb's hands run over it and settle lower, right on a fallen waistband. Green fingers wind through Caleb's hair. ]
If you want that ...
[ He nods. Presuming Caleb would have wanted this much felt cheeky, it's another thing to know he wants to see how Fjord looks in their bed.
[ Caleb leans back far enough to look up at Fjord's face, then trace a significant glance down the rest of his body. Yes, he wants that. Maybe that is treading somehow on the structure of their arrangement, meant to be helping each other with squares rather than making personal requests, but now that Caleb is here, he can't help making it personal. ]
Good. [ He smiles with obvious affection. Fingertips card teasingly through the trail of dark hair leading down from Fjord's navel, tugging that waistband down a little in the process. ] Do you want this now?
[ One hand continues down, cups the obvious shape of Fjord's dick through the fabric of his breeches. Caleb feels a sympathetic throb from his own erection as he squeezes gently. ] It feels like you do.
[ His lashes flutter as Caleb trickles his touch along a happy-trail, watching him keenly. His voice sounds dry and broken when he speaks, having to clear his throat. ]
Yes.
[ On impulse, he leans in to kiss Caleb with a thoroughness that borders on desperate, letting him taste how much Fjord wants him with a low moan that pours off his tongue. He arches in to encourage Caleb to free him from the lacings on his trousers, peering down intently so he can watch those lovely learned fingers on his burning cock. ]
Come on, Cay.
[ A dare, along with a teasing smile that holds more bravado than he feels. ]
[ That kiss leaves Caleb reeling for a long moment even after it's over, swept up by the burning need it had conveyed. But his fingers are still precise when they begin pulling apart the laces of Fjord's breeches, opening the fabric further with every sharp tug.
Fjord's goading urges him on, and he glances up from his work just briefly to meet his eye and return his smile with one of his own, somewhere between bashful and playful.
But his attention is taken again quickly as he slides a hand into the open front of Fjord's breeches and takes hold of his cock, giving a slow, experimental stroke before he draws it out. He can tell just from that initial touch that there are some notable differences from what he's used to, even apart from the size, which he'd already been aware of despite best efforts to politely avert his gaze when appropriate.
When he does get a good look, the first word out of his mouth is a soft Zemnian curse under his breath. But it's clear he isn't put off in the least, as he's already thumbing gently over a ridge, careful but curious. ]
[ An unsteady breath sighs into Caleb's hair as Fjord watches him peel open those laces, methodical and curious. Even the way Caleb runs his palm over him has Fjord breathing faster, mostly because it is Caleb and he can imagine going into his tower's bedroom or the one at the Xhorhaus to feel this good too, finding Caleb there with his wonderful goddamn hands. ]
You have no idea how hard I feel right now.
[ Or he probably does, considering. The ridges that ring Fjord's cock get harder as he does, stiffening so it becomes apparent why he wouldn't want to get erect in polite company, it looks like a whole endeavour to get off.
In Caleb's hand, Fjord twitches and bites back gasps. ]
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He finds Caleb at the kitchen table, notes and spell paraphernalia spread out. With folded arms, Fjord leans in the doorway and clears his throat. ]
If you told me you'd completed a whole row off your card, I'd believe you. No questions asked.
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after Fjord clears his throat to sit up and take notice. He half turns in his seat so that he can see the doorway, an arm laying across the back of the chair. ]
That would have been very ambitious of me.
[ His half-smile is a little lopsided, and his fingertips have fresh ink stains. ]
I was not expecting the hot tub. I just asked for repairs.
[ And some winter clothes. He's been content just to watch his friends enjoying the improvements to the house without mentioning his part in it. ]
It seemed like a priority after the storm.
[ Now they'll have somewhere safe to stay if anything similar happens in the future. ]
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I'm ... relieved to hear it.
[ That the additional repairs were not the offshoot of other requests and extra endeavours with strangers. Fjord has no claim over Caleb and no wish to dictate with whom he spends his time, but it's a strange weight off his shoulders to know Caleb hasn't been committing that doggedly determined brain purely to solving his A5 card.
Fjord pushes off the doorframe and paces over, brushing back some free-falling bangs as he cups Caleb's cheek. ]
You made me worry a little.
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I have worried you for nothing, then. [ Said apologetically, with a gentle squeeze. ] I've been too hesitant still to pursue anything else. All of this is thanks to just that, ah...that one evening. [ The one the two of them had spent curled up by the fire, and then in bed.
He's quick to reassure, though, because the last thing he wants is to weigh too heavily on anyone's mind. ]
But I would not want to be a cause for concern, anyway. I will be fine, Fjord. Adjusting to expectations here has just taken some time.
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[ That night: the intense s(ch)nuggling night. Yes. Well, damn, he's glad their canoodling gave them a hot tub, in that case. He can't seem to get any of his powers back no matter how hard he tries, but at least he'll be clean throughout each effort.
Leaning his other hand on the back of the chair, he tilts Caleb's chin to the side and murmurs into the hollow of his cheek in a not-kiss, ]
How about if I admit I was also a little jealous?
[ He's not the best at sharing, outside the Nein anyway. ]
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Jealous of...?
[ But he understands, of course. Jealous of whatever potential partners Fjord thought he might have had. The question, really, is why. ]
I can't tell if you're being serious. [ He also can't tell whether he wants him to be. ]
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[ If Lucien makes an appearance, the trio is one down.
He eases away, removing himself from Caleb to fold his arms and perch on the edge of the table, his smile warm and a blush undiluted where it stains across his cheeks, betraying his cool despite Fjord's even tone. The look he gives him is a long one, weighing up their friendship. ]
So, I don't like thinking about you with just anyone out there.
[ Jerking his chin to the door. ]
Is that a surprise?
[ He hopes it's not, at least not too big of one. After he thought about it for a while (fretted) he knew for himself. ]
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No. Not when you put it like that.
[ He gets to his feet, closing the small distance to lay a hand over Fjord's crossed arms, reassuring. ]
I don't trust outsiders, either. [ That's not exactly news, though. ] Even knowing that you make smart choices and can take care of yourself, I want to know you will be treated well by anyone you are with. And there are so many ways to be taken advantage of in this place that are outside of our control. Except when we are together.
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It comforts me a great deal that you know I would never do that to you; take advantage. I trust you in these matters too, Caleb.
[ The kiss is soft and chaste, needing only a slight change in angle to meet Caleb's lips with a hot, relieved exhale. Fjord watches him, lashes lowered. ]
Which is why I have a ... request, if you're willing. It's to do with my card.
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He's still getting used to intimacy like this, but his friends have made it a little easier. It doesn't feel awkward or forced in the least. He wants it. That is something he'd realized rather quickly after that first night.
So when Fjord gets to his reason for interrupting his work, Caleb feels a rush of nervous excitement. He's already been distracted, and he certainly won't be able to go back to it with a request like this out in the open. Wouldn't want to, if he's being honest with himself. He raises a hand to Fjord's face as the other rests at his waist, not only receptive, but reciprocating. ]
This is what we talked about, isn't it? [ His lips stretch in a gently teasing smile. ] Of course I am willing. What do you need?
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Caleb will help, he said so. ]
I want your hands on me. That's ... a requirement. Your touch.
[ It's not as hard as he imagined it would be to admit what he needs because it is also, funnily enough, something that he now wants too. ]
I know you are nervous, I understand. It had been some time for me too, before Avantika. This way, you can touch me [ his face feels like it's on fire as he strives to keep his voice level, ] and if you don't want me to do anything in return then you can stay dressed.
If you ... [ his attention flicks behind Caleb to the chair, ] If you sit down, you can have control over the situation.
[ The embrace around Caleb tightens into a brief hug, bringing their foreheads close again as Fjord offers himself up in the best way for Caleb to handle (from what he's seen and experienced, clearly having been thoughtful on the matter for some time). ]
That would be best for you, wouldn't it?
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Except this isn't so theoretical. Fjord is asking him here and now to touch him. And Caleb shocks himself with how eager he is to agree. It's true that he is still nervous, even if this promises to be fairly simple. This more than he's done in a very long time. But Fjord has clearly thought his proposal through to accommodate him, a considerate gesture that Caleb is deeply appreciative of. He feels entirely safe. That Fjord had specifically sought him out for this makes him feel wanted, too, and he couldn't ask for more than that. ]
Ja. All of that sounds--fine. Perfect. [ Almost whispered, with their foreheads presses together. Caleb takes advantage of the proximity to steal a brief, warm kiss, after which his lips linger close. ] Thank you.
[ His thumb swipes slowly back and forth in an arc against Fjord's cheek along the line of his beard. Caleb's eyes slip closed, taking advantage of his own lack of sight to ask something that risks a little more embarrassment, honest and open. ]
Though I think that I would like you to touch me, too. [ He'd been well on his way to flushed already, but now he can feel the heat in his face. ] If you want.
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I think I can manage that.
[ He squeezes playfully around Caleb's waist, nudging him backwards with a knee. ]
Take a seat then, and so will I.
[ Astonishing, how so much promise can be packed into a few low words. ]
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When he feels the edge of the chair behind him, he sits down, all without taking his eyes off Fjord. His gaze his intense with heated curiosity, eager as he is to see exactly what Fjord has in mind. He wants to explore him, touch him, learn what makes him feel good. ]
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For a moment after Caleb takes his seat he dithers on the spot, not really having a solid plan of action beyond a vague idea of asking Caleb and then the conclusion, but he thinks he has an idea or two up his sleeve ... or out of it.
His arms cross as he finds the hem of the simple cotton shirt to tug it up and over his head, revealing himself for Caleb's benefit. The lighter green that dapples the centre of his chest is covered in black hair smattered in scars from various battles that Caleb will surely remember a few of, but the most prominent is the matching scar to Molly's in the middle of a breastbone, a paler green between heavy pecs. The slicing mark of the Falchion matches the scar between his shoulder-blades, the latter hidden for now as he steps forward after a moment's pause to drop his shirt.
He keeps his gaze on Caleb's face as he widens his stance and sinks down on his friend's lap, arms coming to rest naturally on Caleb's shoulders. Maybe Fjord is a little too big for this, he thinks, in the next moment not caring at all about appearances when he gets a thrill from being planted squarely in Caleb's lap for his attention, enjoying how much of the wizard's space he commands. ]
Warm me up?
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The halforc is expectedly heavy when he settles over his lap. His muscular thighs are thicker than Caleb's, easily compared like this, and his arms drape over his shoulders, putting both his pecs and biceps on eye level. His presence is all-encompassingly, wonderfully overwhelming in a way that demands all of Caleb's attention.
There is absolutely no way he isn't hopelessly bright red and wide-eyed. ]
Ja, bestimmt. Na sicher. Er--sure, of course. [ Momentarily tongue-tied, he has to force his brain to change gears so that he can speak Common again. He's also paralyzed by indecision, presented with so many options it makes his head spin. Just where and how is he supposed to touch first? He wets his lips nervously before shaking his head with a soft, helpless laugh under his breath. He must look so foolish. ] Sorry, sorry. Fjord, you are...stunning.
[ Figuring out where to start is a little easier when he reassures himself that he can eventually explore everywhere. Both hands settle first at his waist as Caleb allows himself to follow a particularly tempting whim, using his thumbs to trace that absurdly attractive v-shaped crease down toward his waistband. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to Fjord's chest, beginning just beneath the dip of his collarbone. He has to lean in and up more and more as he starts to work his way up his throat from there with warm, exploratory kisses reminiscent of the way he'd spent several long minutes mouthing at Fjord's neck the first night they'd discussed any of this.
Of course, because this is Caleb, that is no coincidence. He remembers perfectly how affected Fjord had been just by that. ]
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Oh.
[ Fjord shifts closer in a full-bodied arch, an unsteadier breath leaving him as his eyes close to better enjoy the pass of that mouth over his pulse. His free hand grasps at a shirt's collar. ]
Talk to me, I want to hear your voice.
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I can do that. [ Murmured against the warm skin beneath his mouth between increasingly hungry kisses. ] What do you want to hear?
[ It's mostly a rhetorical question, a pause so that he can nip lightly where he feels the thud of Fjord's pulse beneath his lips. As Fjord's hand finds his collar, Caleb's hands clutch harder at his waist, half to ground himself. ]
I want to know how to touch you, Fjord. What you like best.
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I don't know, uh.
[ His hips shift in a slow roll, not uncertain about what he wants but a little shy. The slightest friction is heavenly and has him arching his shoulders, head tipping back as his lower half slants forward in a grind. ]
I, um. Mmm. I liked ... where your hands started.
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So did I. [ He can't quite reach high enough to kiss Fjord's jaw, so he leaves off just beneath it with a teasing scrape of teeth. His hands slip down again, tracing lines of muscle with cleverly light fingertips.
Caleb has good hands for this. Good hands in general with long, elegantly tapered fingers, a little calloused and stained from all his writing and casting and handling of components, but dexterous and skilled from practice with somatic movements. He uses them now to follow the line of Fjord's trousers, skimming just barely against his skin. ] Tell me you will let me do this in bed sometime. I would like to lay you out and take my time with this part.
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His abdomen reflexively tightens as Caleb's hands run over it and settle lower, right on a fallen waistband. Green fingers wind through Caleb's hair. ]
If you want that ...
[ He nods. Presuming Caleb would have wanted this much felt cheeky, it's another thing to know he wants to see how Fjord looks in their bed.
Gods, their bed. ]
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Good. [ He smiles with obvious affection. Fingertips card teasingly through the trail of dark hair leading down from Fjord's navel, tugging that waistband down a little in the process. ] Do you want this now?
[ One hand continues down, cups the obvious shape of Fjord's dick through the fabric of his breeches. Caleb feels a sympathetic throb from his own erection as he squeezes gently. ] It feels like you do.
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Yes.
[ On impulse, he leans in to kiss Caleb with a thoroughness that borders on desperate, letting him taste how much Fjord wants him with a low moan that pours off his tongue. He arches in to encourage Caleb to free him from the lacings on his trousers, peering down intently so he can watch those lovely learned fingers on his burning cock. ]
Come on, Cay.
[ A dare, along with a teasing smile that holds more bravado than he feels. ]
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Fjord's goading urges him on, and he glances up from his work just briefly to meet his eye and return his smile with one of his own, somewhere between bashful and playful.
But his attention is taken again quickly as he slides a hand into the open front of Fjord's breeches and takes hold of his cock, giving a slow, experimental stroke before he draws it out. He can tell just from that initial touch that there are some notable differences from what he's used to, even apart from the size, which he'd already been aware of despite best efforts to politely avert his gaze when appropriate.
When he does get a good look, the first word out of his mouth is a soft Zemnian curse under his breath. But it's clear he isn't put off in the least, as he's already thumbing gently over a ridge, careful but curious. ]
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You have no idea how hard I feel right now.
[ Or he probably does, considering. The ridges that ring Fjord's cock get harder as he does, stiffening so it becomes apparent why he wouldn't want to get erect in polite company, it looks like a whole endeavour to get off.
In Caleb's hand, Fjord twitches and bites back gasps. ]
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