[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ A little rough is just fine with Caleb, who stutters a quiet curse in Zemnian at the bright hot sting of lips, teeth and tusk, eyes fluttering closed. On his pale skin, that bite is going to be a dark, distinctive bruise that will linger for days. The places where his nails dig into his back, too, will probably show marks for at least a little while.
He slides a hand from Fjord's shoulder down between them, nails scraping deliberately across his chest and over his abs. Not quite so effective as Fjord's, but definitely a little more bite than a soft caress. ]
I am deciding how I want you.
[ He doesn't quite reach Fjord's cock, lets his fingers rest teasingly near his navel. ]
[ If he didn't have Caleb on his lap already he might have dragged him on with the rasp of nails down his chest, nuzzling at a neck when he hears that pensive reply. Baffled, but weirdly aroused by it too. ]
Deciding how ... ?
[ It's done on impulse, the much sweeter way he nibbles his way up to a jaw and kneads at Caleb's soft waist, begging with kisses. The brush of fingers on his navel has his abs taut, every nerve on alert. ]
[ Caleb shifts forward in Fjord's lap with the touch against his waist, with a low, pleased noise for the continued kisses. His hips roll forward almost experimentally, pressing the length of his gradually filling cock alongside Fjord's. ]
Mm. It has to be hands, ja? For your card?
[ For his too actually, now that he thinks about it. They'd had a matching square that fits that description. This time his hand does find Fjord's cock as he's talking, with a light, trailing touch down from his navel before circling around the shaft and giving a single self-indulgently slow, thorough stroke. ]
But could it not just as easily be your hands on me?
Oh. Yes! Of course. [ He blinks out of a heady daze and slides a hand around Caleb with a guiltiness born from how oblivious he's been. ] I didn't mean to be selfish.
[ He's swiftly distracted by what his hand wraps around underwater, unable to see the soft, smooth cock in his fist but fascinated by it. He looks down then up, reading Caleb's expression as he strokes him experimentally, thumb sliding all up the shaft and around the tip. ]
You are not-- [ Caleb's breath hitches as Fjord gets a hand around him. He isn't hard just yet, but having someone else's hand on him for a change is going to get him there quickly. ] --being selfish. Oh.
[ That moan is definitely the loudest sound he's made yet, a direct result of the thumb sliding over the tip of his cock, still slightly oversensitive. His face is unusually open, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, slightly unfocused. Exhilaration and obvious pleasure are tempered with mild surprise, as though he still can't quite believe he's capable of feeling this good. He's flushed all over, from his face down his neck to his chest, a mixture of arousal, exertion, and the hot water. ]
Could be softer. [ He has to give a soft huff of an almost-laugh, though he knows what Fjord means. How could he not, when he's currently dragging his palm across all of those delightfully new and intriguing ridges along the length of Fjord's cock? ] But I suppose, in comparison.
[ Caleb's eyes close as he rolls his hips experimentally, pushing into Fjord's touch. Long, damp lashes brush against his cheeks, and the hand still braced on his friend's shoulder for balance tightens reflexively. ]
[ The bolt of arousal Caleb's wanton moan sends to Fjord's dick is dizzying, safely drawing his entire focus to that handsome face as he sits up straighter, properly paying attention. The sheer pleasure Caleb gets out of being touched makes Fjord want to palm him at all the goddamn hours of the day if this is the reaction he gets, tightening his fist to give him something tighter to fuck as instinct settles in. ]
Damn ...
[ He palms around the curve of Caleb's ass, raking his nails there as he hauls him in, lending some support. Their noses touch and he nuzzles along a cheek with his voice a deep rumble, wanting to hear more of those moans as that smooth cock starts filling out, his own slippery in the water with precome from each twitch. ]
That's it, Caleb. You feel so good, I want to know what you like. Don't hold back.
[ 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. ]
[ The kisses they share are distracted and messy but he likes them that way, licking his way into the heat of Caleb's mouth and groaning as he tastes him, dark claws scraping up a nice little mark on his ass for later. Fjord's guttural sounds morph into whimpers the closer he gets to release, gathering them up in his hand to encourage Caleb to stroke them together. ]
Like this ...
[ He rests cheek-to-cheek, wanting to look at him as he works him up to the precipice. Just getting to see and hear Caleb is enough, but the smooth cock in his fist is so soft and lovely that he has to bite back a growl. ]
[ 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.
[ The growls die off as maybe it's Caleb's influence or just that Fjord feels so vulnerable around him, but his second orgasm comes with a choked cry past the wizard's cheek before hiding in the curve of his shoulder, every pulse of his cock throbbing against Caleb's; the water around them grows ever so slightly warmer for a moment before the hygiene system sucks away any mess (and there would have been a lot), leaving him shuddering against Caleb as he remembers enough to keep stroking him.
The air is hot and steamy, and he feels like he's a melting weight against him. ]
[ Even without the physical stimulus, Caleb would have spilled just from watching Fjord come. He's so wonderfully expressive, from his face to his voice to the unrestrained, throbbing pulse of Fjord's dick against his and the shuddering of his solid body under Caleb's.
It's that and the heat and the very considerate way his hand keeps moving that gets Caleb off. A string of staccato whimpers is rung out of him with his orgasm. He'd be painting Fjord's cock with it if they weren't in the water, and that thought wrings an extra pulse from him.
Rather than heavy he feels raw afterward, split open and bared, like an exposed nerve. He has to pull out of Fjord's hand with a sharp gasp, but at the same time has to press as close as he can get to him everywhere else, taking comfort in the slide of warm, wet skin and still shaky limbs, an echo of his own. A hand splays over the back of Fjord's neck, keeping his face tucked against him as he buries his own in the wet strands of Fjord's hair and just breathes, deep and shuddering. ]
[ 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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... 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. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[ 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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He slides a hand from Fjord's shoulder down between them, nails scraping deliberately across his chest and over his abs. Not quite so effective as Fjord's, but definitely a little more bite than a soft caress. ]
I am deciding how I want you.
[ He doesn't quite reach Fjord's cock, lets his fingers rest teasingly near his navel. ]
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Deciding how ... ?
[ It's done on impulse, the much sweeter way he nibbles his way up to a jaw and kneads at Caleb's soft waist, begging with kisses. The brush of fingers on his navel has his abs taut, every nerve on alert. ]
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Mm. It has to be hands, ja? For your card?
[ For his too actually, now that he thinks about it. They'd had a matching square that fits that description. This time his hand does find Fjord's cock as he's talking, with a light, trailing touch down from his navel before circling around the shaft and giving a single self-indulgently slow, thorough stroke. ]
But could it not just as easily be your hands on me?
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[ He's swiftly distracted by what his hand wraps around underwater, unable to see the soft, smooth cock in his fist but fascinated by it. He looks down then up, reading Caleb's expression as he strokes him experimentally, thumb sliding all up the shaft and around the tip. ]
... You're so soft. I mean, uh.
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[ That moan is definitely the loudest sound he's made yet, a direct result of the thumb sliding over the tip of his cock, still slightly oversensitive. His face is unusually open, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, slightly unfocused. Exhilaration and obvious pleasure are tempered with mild surprise, as though he still can't quite believe he's capable of feeling this good. He's flushed all over, from his face down his neck to his chest, a mixture of arousal, exertion, and the hot water. ]
Could be softer. [ He has to give a soft huff of an almost-laugh, though he knows what Fjord means. How could he not, when he's currently dragging his palm across all of those delightfully new and intriguing ridges along the length of Fjord's cock? ] But I suppose, in comparison.
[ Caleb's eyes close as he rolls his hips experimentally, pushing into Fjord's touch. Long, damp lashes brush against his cheeks, and the hand still braced on his friend's shoulder for balance tightens reflexively. ]
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Damn ...
[ He palms around the curve of Caleb's ass, raking his nails there as he hauls him in, lending some support. Their noses touch and he nuzzles along a cheek with his voice a deep rumble, wanting to hear more of those moans as that smooth cock starts filling out, his own slippery in the water with precome from each twitch. ]
That's it, Caleb. You feel so good, I want to know what you like. Don't hold back.
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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. ]
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[ The kisses they share are distracted and messy but he likes them that way, licking his way into the heat of Caleb's mouth and groaning as he tastes him, dark claws scraping up a nice little mark on his ass for later. Fjord's guttural sounds morph into whimpers the closer he gets to release, gathering them up in his hand to encourage Caleb to stroke them together. ]
Like this ...
[ He rests cheek-to-cheek, wanting to look at him as he works him up to the precipice. Just getting to see and hear Caleb is enough, but the smooth cock in his fist is so soft and lovely that he has to bite back a growl. ]
C-Cay, I'm gonna come, do it with me.
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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.
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The air is hot and steamy, and he feels like he's a melting weight against him. ]
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It's that and the heat and the very considerate way his hand keeps moving that gets Caleb off. A string of staccato whimpers is rung out of him with his orgasm. He'd be painting Fjord's cock with it if they weren't in the water, and that thought wrings an extra pulse from him.
Rather than heavy he feels raw afterward, split open and bared, like an exposed nerve. He has to pull out of Fjord's hand with a sharp gasp, but at the same time has to press as close as he can get to him everywhere else, taking comfort in the slide of warm, wet skin and still shaky limbs, an echo of his own. A hand splays over the back of Fjord's neck, keeping his face tucked against him as he buries his own in the wet strands of Fjord's hair and just breathes, deep and shuddering. ]
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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. ]
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