lusi | ( fjord's perma-catchall )

[ Usually getting off would mean a quick jerk in the bath in the morning to clear his head for the day, perfunctory at best. With Caleb he can not only see him examining but feel it too and gods damn it, if that isn't a hell of a turn-on, to be the centre of his focus. His world, awhile.

Turns out he can't actually watch for long before his hips drive forward into those strokes, head tipping back on a groan. ]

Caleb, oh gods ...

[ His fingers wind through their grip in red hair to tug a little, nails biting into Caleb's shoulder as an anchor whenever a thumb brushes underneath the thick soft crown, starting to bead precome. ]

That feels so good, fuck. Oh, fuck.

[ He hadn't expected Fjord to keep his hips still for long, but the way he starts fucking forward into his fist, like he just can't help himself--gods, that's hot. Fjord rocks in his lap, grinding along Caleb's cock. The bright-sharp sting of his hair being tugged, of hard nails through the thin fabric of his shirt, and the sound of Fjord groaning his name has Caleb gasping raggedly, more aroused than he can remember being in a long, long time. His hips might jump too if they weren't pinned beneath Fjord. ]

Sehr gut, sehr gut. You are so incredible, Fjord.

[ He's barely thinking about the praise he gives, just that Fjord deserves it. Indulgently, he finds a pattern to stroke in time with the hitch of Fjord's hips, letting him grind those ridges against his palm. His other hand still plays more delicately, rough fingertips cupped around the thick head while his thumb rubs deliberately beneath the crown, hoping to encourage more of the precome proimisingly welling at the tip. ]

[ A range of curses leave under his breath as he finds a wonderful rhythm in Caleb's care, rocking forward with shortening breaths. Caleb gets his wish for more precome, slick as it coats his palms while Fjord flusters above. ]

Don't you want ... ?

[ It takes some effort but he rocks down instead of forward, the line of Caleb's erection finding a home in the seam of Fjord's trousers. Every cant of his hips drags over the tip of Caleb's clothed cock, letting him nestle and rut right up behind the heavy weight of Fjord's aching balls. It feels ... ]

Good, ah, is that good for you too?

[ He hasn't let anyone take him like that yet but the dull ghost of it has his cock dripping in pleasure, lashes fluttering. ]

[ If he'd thought that the occasional incidental stimulation was good, Caleb is woefully unprepared for how it feels when it is deliberate. His cock slots perfectly along the seam between Fjord's legs, and even with several layers between them he can feel the heat of his body and the back-and-forth drag of pressure every time his hips shift. Caleb's hand stutters in its rhythm on Fjord's dick, slowing as he's distracted by how good it feels to rock up against him, even if what he's feeling most is the fabric of his own clothing, becoming wetter around the tip of his cock as precome soaks into it.

It also isn't lost on him what these motions are pantomiming, which is a distracting thought all by itself. ]

Gods, Fjord.

[ That helpless moan is as much of an answer as he provides, but it's pretty plain to see this is very good for him. Caleb recognizes the tight feeling building near the base of his cock, knows distantly that sooner or later, likely sooner, he is going to come in his breeches like an overeager teenager. But this feels so amazing that he almost doesn't care.

He manages to pick up the rhythm again, helped along by the steady drip of precome wetting his hand. The fluid smears down the length of Fjord's erection with every pump of his fist, slicking the way for a faster pace. ]

[ It's getting too hot even with just his breeches (partly) on and he regrets they didn't do this in a bed to begin with. Perhaps that's for the best though, given how affected they both are with Caleb simply letting him ride his lap. His thoughts fly to when Molly touched him and he backed off in a panic; he wasn't expecting it, hadn't thought about it, and yet he's comfortable simulating a slow fuck with Caleb as their moans fill the kitchen.

Fjord resolves not to confuse himself until later.

He currently has a beautiful friend to seek out kisses from, running his hands through Caleb's hair as he (selfishly) lets him attend his own cock, driving up into a clutching slick fist and rolling back over Caleb's neglected erection. Close, Fjord makes a noise that usually only gets knocked out of him in a fight, a rumble like a growl to signal he's losing control. It cracks his voice, deepening it an octave or two as he groans, hips bucking. ]

Caleb, Cay, ohfuckohgods, I'm coming ... !

[ The faster pace of that hand milks out an orgasm that has Fjord snarling into Caleb's hair, thighs tight around his hips and the chair with every thrust that spills more. It's hot and a little thicker than human, and there's definitely more of it as Fjord literally rides out his shudders with a choked off wail. ]

[ Fjord shudders with a sound that's briefly startling, not used to hearing it in this context. But the reason becomes quickly apparent as the sound shifts, and Fjord growls a warning that sends a pleasant shiver down Caleb's spine as he brings him to his peak. He doesn't slow his hand as he strokes him through it, wanting to make it last for him, though it seems Fjord hardly needs his help with that. He comes more than Caleb's ever experienced, spilling thickly over his own torso, Caleb's hand, and the front of Caleb's shirt. But even the latter doesn't concern him at the moment.

More pressing is the way Fjord rocks over him, bringing him nearly to the cusp of his own orgasm. It's so close he can feel the throb of it in his balls and at the base of his spine, hot and tight. Fjord's grip on his hair stings in a way that only makes it worse as he pulls back enough to look up at him, blue eyes wide and dark, brow furrowed with desperation. ]

A little more, Fjord, please, [ he urges, low and rough and vulnerable. His hips push up against the curve of Fjord's ass, and just the knowledge of Fjord getting off on riding him like this is nearly enough to undo him. Nearly. ]

[ That low rumble dies off into heavy breathing as he floats back down into his body, slumped against Caleb. Poor, sweet Caleb who is still rock-solid beneath him.

Luckily for him, Fjord is too. ]

Sorry to leave you behind.

[ He noses his way through a temple of soft ginger locks and plants lazy kisses there, kneading down Caleb's shoulders and arms, guiding his hands to a green chest where Caleb can touch him wherever he wants. Fjord has the wherewithal to plant his boots on the floor and brace an arm on the table behind them, bright eyes on Caleb as he starts to move with far more intentional grace, never having been in this position before but loving the power of it.

With one orgasm down it's easy to feel a second build on its heels. He cups Caleb's cheek as he kisses him deeply, letting him know he's seen and the way Fjord is learning how to move is all for him. His lips smear along a jaw, tusks nipping, and he gasps as he feels the hardness of that cock driving right up against something that feels wonderful, faster and firmer with the flick of his hips. No idea what but it's all pleasure, all the same.

He sounds rough and breathless when he asks beside Caleb's upturned mouth, just to bask in being lurid and see if Caleb likes it, ]

Is this how you'd fuck me?

[ Bewildering for a moment to find Fjord still as hard as he is before Caleb reminds himself of his warning that night by the fire. Right. Once more, then. He's just as eager to make Fjord come a second time, though perhaps after he's gotten off himself, just so he can think straight.

They're of a similar enough mind, it seems, because Fjord starts building him up again quickly, takes care of him with genuine affection and playful kindness. His tender touch and his kisses ground him and remind him that he is cared for, and Caleb returns them in kind. His hands trail over the hard and soft of Fjord's chest, following the curve of his pecs to scrape blunt nails over his nipples before wandering further down, wanting to feel the way his core muscles flex while he uses them to ride his lap.

Fjord seems even more eager for it now, so much that Caleb barely has to move himself--though he still does, letting the impulses of his body guide each quick, desperate snap of his hips. But Fjord meets him every time with a neediness of his own, setting the pace faster and faster like he's enjoying that friction as much as Caleb is. He is panting, lips parted and wet from kissing, brought to the very precipice, when Fjord asks is this how, and Caleb gasps at the unexpected--but not unwelcome--dirty talk. Fjord seems so pleased and confident like this, giving Caleb his pleasure even as he takes his own. What could be better? ]

Yes, schön, just like this, [ he gasps, turning his face to Fjord's to steal another hard kiss as they rock together. He's so close, drawn to a peak of tension everywhere and ready to snap, and he's so glad he is with Fjord, grateful for his trust and care. ] Fjord, Fjord, I'm so--ah--

[ His voice breaks on the word he'd been about to utter as he hits that peak, a feeling of catharsis that pulses through every nerve in his body as he spills, as predicted, into his own breeches with several soft, broken gasps muffled against Fjord's neck. His hips keep grinding up of their own accord, and every nudge of the tip of his cock into the heat behind Fjord's balls makes his thighs quiver. It's a very human orgasm, not nearly so voluminous as Fjord's, but so intense it leaves him panting, chest heaving. ]

[ Caleb's a gorgeous sight when he comes.

Fjord keeps moving for as long as Caleb does, rocking down a little lighter until the overstimulation becomes too much for his friend and Fjord sits back on his lap. He's still hard but it's negligible at this point, his priority and focus is Caleb whom he cards back the hair of, kissing his way down a stubbled neck to soothe the pounding pulse there. ]

I've got you, I'm here ...

[ His hands slide down Caleb's shoulders and arms, gliding up his chest to curl around his neck again in one slow, swooping sweep. ]

You're okay.

[ The coming down part has the potential to be unpleasant. It usually is when he's alone, left with nothing but his own thoughts. But today Fjord is here to ease him through it, the first time in sixteen years that he's had someone with him like this. His beard prickles against Caleb's sensitive skin as he kisses a path down his neck, and Caleb lets that and the familiar rumble of Fjord's voice reassure him. He's surrounded by Fjord, still seated heavily on his lap, thick arms around his shoulders, as not-alone as he could possibly be. His breathing gradually evens out, and though his muscles continue to tremor gently, it feels good. Warm.

So that's something.

He draws back enough to show Fjord a shaky, relieved smile. His arms both wrap around Fjord's waist, anchoring himself as much as keeping Fjord close. ]

Better than okay, actually.

[ He returns those nuzzles with a bubbling up of affection he hasn't known he could show this way, rubbing his beard over wherever tickles Caleb's neck the most. When he looks up he smiles widely, eyes crinkling. ]

I'm sorry I messed up your trousers, and ... everything else you're wearing.

[ With a glance down at the come spattered over Caleb's shirt, he lowers an arm to shield his persistent hard-on as an afterthought. He kisses him slowly if allowed, savouring how it feels to taste one of his best friends. ]

I'm glad you enjoyed that too.

[ Caleb winces when reminded of his clothing. Gods, he really had just come in his trousers, which he's sure he'll find more embarrassing once the afterglow has faded. What he's wearing will be salvageable with a good wash, but definitely something he wants to take off sooner rather than later. ]

Partially my fault for not removing anything before we started.

[ That kiss soothes him quite a bit though, and Caleb gladly takes the chance to convey how pleased he is despite the mess. ]

Ja. A lot, honestly. [ A hand rubs at the small of Fjord's back. Though his friend has said nothing about it, Caleb isn't about to ignore the fact that he's still hard. The first time they'd talked about this he promised Fjord he would take care of him, and he intends to. ] I would gladly do it again. Now, even. Maybe you would like to help me take all of this off upstairs?

[ The offer is there at least, depending on how Fjord feels. ]

[ He would like that too, he thinks. To go again. Holding himself in check has a dark blush staining the lighter greens of his skin and sweat still warm on his brow. They talked about him and this, so he tries not to think about it like charity, lowering his gaze. ]

... I'll help you, and if you still want to once we're upstairs then, yes. To the rest.

[ With one last brief kiss, he creakily gets to his feet and shies to the side to awkwardly lace up his trousers, far looser than usual. He snatches up his shirt from the floor, shaking it out to give Caleb a moment to rise and gather his wits too. ]

That sounds good.

[ Once Fjord eases off, Caleb takes a moment to stretch out his legs before getting to his feet. Yeah, he definitely wants to get out of these clothes as soon as possible.

When Fjord has collected himself, Caleb smiles and tilts his head toward the stairs before beginning to make his way up himself, unhurried enough that they can go together. But rather than heading for the bedroom, he opts for the bathroom instead. They could both use some of that new hot water. ]

I don't know if you have had the chance, but I haven't tried the hot tub at all.

[ He laughs under his breath, pausing behind Caleb at the doorway to the newly improved bathroom. Molly will be back to reclaim it soon. ]

I haven't had chance around the purple nightmare, no.

[ Inside, he turns the knobs for hot and a little cold water, running his fingers over the odd buttons that activate the bubbles. It's all so weird and intriguing that he only remembers Caleb is there after a moment spent eyeing the rapidly frothing tub, turning around to undo his laces with eyes on him. ]

If I overheat and pass out, don't let me drown.

[ Hell yes, he kicks off his trousers and steps into the water with a hiss. ]

[ It's still too soon for him to be getting hard again, but Fjord facing him as he undoes his laces over a barely-concealed erection is an image Caleb is glad he'll remember perfectly later. He really can't get out of his own clothes fast enough. ]

Water Breathing would be very helpful right about now.

[ Somewhat muffled as he strips off his soiled shirt, tugging it carefully up over his head before dropping it unceremoniously to the floor and starting on his own laces. Watching Fjord get into the water, however, is a stark reminder of how very different they are. Fjord's body is really something to behold, muscular and strong. Desirable. By comparison, Caleb is just slender. An improvement on how thin he'd been when they first met, at least, though still edging on too lean. But he has never felt self-conscious in front of Fjord before, and he wills himself not to start now. Fjord knows what he looks like, yet he'd still asked him to do this. He must be all right with it.

It's a relief to peel his soiled trousers from his skin and shuck them, to feel the warm water rinsing away any lingering stickiness as he steps in. He reaches for Fjord's arm to steady himself, chuckling under his breath as he has to take a larger step down than he anticipated. ]

This is deeper than I thought.

[ Already doused from a quick dip with loosened hair to wash away sweat, he rises in time to see Caleb stumble and reaches out to steady him, guide him over into the circle of his arms. His palms roam over freckled skin to find purchase around a waist and he smiles down at him. ]

Seems just the right height to me but if you're scared you can always hold on, Caleb.

[ It never occurs to him to ogle Caleb too much, always pleased with pale skin that blushes like blooming roses and a frame that fits so snugly against his; Fjord makes no secret of how much he wants to be near him. ]

[ Pulled against Fjord's warm, wet skin, Caleb doesn't mind his little slip so much. He indulges himself by letting his hands slide from Fjord's chest up to his shoulders slowly enough to relish the journey. ]

Thank you. I feel much better now.

[ Though it's meant to be teasing, even flirtatious, Caleb finds that he means it more genuinely. Fjord's helped him with something he was worried about, has shown him that he's still capable of being intimate with someone he cares for.

That more than warrants the warm kiss Caleb leans up to plant on his lips. ]

I wasn't sure how this would go for me. But you've made it easy.

[ Every kiss feels like the first, thrilling in the way Fjord is allowed to kiss him. Because (as it still rings in his head) this is Caleb and he loves him dearly as family, first and foremost. The rest of this is a wonderful evolution that has Fjord in mild disbelief as he brushes back long red hair, dousing it in handfuls of water that stroke down Caleb's back. ]

It's easy for me, too. Being with you. I'm not afraid ... even if you do make me a little nervous.

[ Plucking another kiss off those obliging lips, just because he can. ]

[ Rather than making him shiver, the water is warm enough to feel soothing as it drips from his hair, wetting his skin in rivulets. He'll readily admit that he really, really likes how it feels when Fjord runs fingers through his hair, gently or otherwise. It's still a new sensation for him, just as all of this is very new. An array of possibilities he'd never considered.

A hand slides to the back of Fjord's neck as they kiss again, and then further up until Caleb can card his fingers through the damp strands of Fjord's hair too. ]

Nervous?

What I mean is, [ why is it so hard to express himself, ] I would never want to endanger our friendship by messing up with ... this.

[ His hand slides down between Caleb's shoulders, finding a home in the small of his back. ]

But outside of all that, I'm surprised you're interested in me this way at all, and I suppose I can't begin to understand why. It always struck me that you would be more comfortable with someone like ... Essek.

[ Just saying, ignore his furtive glance. ]

[ Caleb pauses, fingers stilling in Fjord's hair. His expression doesn't fall, exactly, but does turn more pensive than curious. He remains close, connected, determined to help Fjord understand his thoughts and desires just as he is learning Fjord's. The two of them have always sorted things out best by talking, by being honest with one another about their feelings and intentions. It makes sense that this would be no different. ]

I am most comfortable with someone I care for and trust, Fjord. And you are that.

[ Spoken softly, but insistent. Just going to side-step that faux-casual name drop, which he really wants nothing to do with right now. He would rather keep those complex and painful emotions far away from this moment, which is as yet untainted. ]

I never would have pursued this with you at home, that is true. But I would not have sought it with anyone else, either, for similar reasons. The love I have for you and all of our friends is the closest I have been to anyone in a long time, and I cherish it. It is more than enough for me. [ More than he deserves. But he knows that Fjord doesn't like to hear him talk that way. ] I would never want to put anything before our friendship. But part of the reason I am here with you now is that I trust you feel the same.

[ And as much as it would be easier for him to look away as he talks about this, he doesn't. ]

Honestly, your interest in me surprises me, too. But I am grateful. I had no idea that I could still be with someone like this. Especially someone so thoughtful, kind, and admirable. [ A small smile breaks across his lips as he adds, ] Handsome, too.

[ Caleb words it all perfectly so that all Fjord can do is nod here and there, hands flat on Caleb's back as he draws random circles around his shoulders. At the bevvy of compliments he gives him a Look, kissing him fondly; better to ride the high of those than be a concerned git and waffle on any more about his own airy fears (which have less and less purchase with every kiss, consequently). ]

You're the smartest man I know, I've seen you do things that awe and humble me. I'm grateful for your sweetness but the truth is I'm not half as thoughtful or kind as you; you made us a home, Caleb. It may disappear each day but knowing it's there and we all belong in it ... you touched a lot of hearts with that.

And, since you mention it ...

[ He trails his open mouth down a neck to rake tusks along a pulse, gnawing playfully at the join of a shoulder. ]

I'm very, very glad I get to see you naked in a bath, all for me.

[ Fjord turning those compliments back around on him is a truly classic Fjord move, yet it still takes Caleb by surprise. His expression melts to a resigned sort of fondness, unwilling to let Fjord deflect things that are definitely true, but also touched by what he says.

Rather than turn this into a compliment competition, however, he contents himself with knowing that Fjord has just proved him right.

He's also sure that the kissing down his neck must be a deliberate distraction, because it is difficult to concentrate on anything else. The scrape of Fjord's tusks makes the feeling that much more exciting. He can feel his pulse pounding faster and his skin heating. His fingers press harder into Fjord's shoulder and around the back of his neck as he dips his head to the side, tacitly giving permission for more. ]

Flattery will get you everywhere.

[ His joke falls a little flat when his voice comes out more breathless than anticipated, and Caleb presses close enough that he can feel the heat and the shape of Fjord's persistent erection between them, and he nudges a hip in to press it deliberately against the warm, wet skin of his stomach. ]

I would really like to start touching you again.

Flattery already did.

[ He stays smug for a hot second before Caleb is squirming closer and steals his breath, a shaky exhale betraying just how good it feels to have pressure against his over-aching cock. He digs his nails into curve of a back and pulls him closer as he arches in, working on a whole new love-bite on that exposed neck that lives up to its name; he hasn't tried doing many with tusks, he's a little rough. ]

What are you waiting for, the Wildmother's permission?

[ Snarky when horny. ]

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