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. ]
[ Unsurprisingly, Caleb's thoughts linger in similar places. He holds Fjord close even so, presses a kiss to the top of his head, and lets them both recover quietly.
This is big. It changes things between them, even if it only happens this once. And that seems...unlikely, given their previous conversation. And it had been good, so good Caleb still can't quite believe it.
He ducks his head down to kiss Fjord's cheek before easing back enough to look down at him. The water is still warm around them, so there's no rush to move or get out, thankfully. Caleb is feeling more relaxed than he has in far too long. ]
Still with me? [ He asks, gently bemused. But he keeps his voice low, as if speaking too loudly will break something. ]
[ His chagrined smile when he lifts his head comes with a somewhat shy look, patting Caleb's thigh. Not knowing how to say anything of importance yet, Fjord nods to the hot tub. ]
Can you sit in front of me if we stay in here a little longer? My legs are dead.
[ Caleb is quick to remove himself from Fjord's lap, remembering the ache in his own legs when they'd been sitting reversed. He slides back into the water, submerging himself up to his shoulders. Losing that physical connection is a little disappointing, so he reestablishes some little bit of it, at least, by laying a hand over Fjord's knee. ]
I...really liked that. [ He speaks up tentatively, because one of them should say something, and it's true. And anything else he could say--thank you for being my first since them, thank you for knowing what this would mean to me, thank you for taking care of me seems like too much, especially so soon, even when he is feeling all of it so strongly. ]
[ Once Caleb is settled, two green arms loop around him and bring him back against Fjord's chest for a cuddle, the nuzzling in damp red hair turning into stray kisses on his ear as Fjord finds the most comfortable slump behind him. Ahh.
His fingers lace through Caleb's underwater, giving a squeeze. ]
Me too. [ A soft laugh puffs against a cheek, followed by a nose. ] I care about you. If needs be, you can always come to me, Caleb.
[ Oh, this is much better. With Fjord settled Caleb leans back against him and pulls their intertwined hand to rest near his sternum. Even from there Fjord can probably feel the beat of his heart as it gradually slows. ]
Thank you. [ It feels good to say that, at least. He falls quiet as he stares down at the vague, blurry outline of their legs pressed together in the water, the contrast between his pale skin and Fjord's darker green. It's essential to consider what he says next with care, so he doesn't speak hastily. ] You are so important to me, and this is...I'd like to share this with you. For as long as it does not interfere with anything else.
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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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This is big. It changes things between them, even if it only happens this once. And that seems...unlikely, given their previous conversation. And it had been good, so good Caleb still can't quite believe it.
He ducks his head down to kiss Fjord's cheek before easing back enough to look down at him. The water is still warm around them, so there's no rush to move or get out, thankfully. Caleb is feeling more relaxed than he has in far too long. ]
Still with me? [ He asks, gently bemused. But he keeps his voice low, as if speaking too loudly will break something. ]
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[ His chagrined smile when he lifts his head comes with a somewhat shy look, patting Caleb's thigh. Not knowing how to say anything of importance yet, Fjord nods to the hot tub. ]
Can you sit in front of me if we stay in here a little longer? My legs are dead.
[ True romance. ]
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[ Caleb is quick to remove himself from Fjord's lap, remembering the ache in his own legs when they'd been sitting reversed. He slides back into the water, submerging himself up to his shoulders. Losing that physical connection is a little disappointing, so he reestablishes some little bit of it, at least, by laying a hand over Fjord's knee. ]
I...really liked that. [ He speaks up tentatively, because one of them should say something, and it's true. And anything else he could say--thank you for being my first since them, thank you for knowing what this would mean to me, thank you for taking care of me seems like too much, especially so soon, even when he is feeling all of it so strongly. ]
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His fingers lace through Caleb's underwater, giving a squeeze. ]
Me too. [ A soft laugh puffs against a cheek, followed by a nose. ] I care about you. If needs be, you can always come to me, Caleb.
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Thank you. [ It feels good to say that, at least. He falls quiet as he stares down at the vague, blurry outline of their legs pressed together in the water, the contrast between his pale skin and Fjord's darker green. It's essential to consider what he says next with care, so he doesn't speak hastily. ] You are so important to me, and this is...I'd like to share this with you. For as long as it does not interfere with anything else.
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[ He bows his head and kisses a shoulder, head resting beside Caleb's as they relax in the hot tub. ]
We're good, Caleb. That won't change because of things like this; never because of this.
[ And the bubbly, cosy cuddles will continue for as long as they can handle not pruning up. ]