[The feel of that warm hand twinning with his own catches his breath, his nod of agreement about all he can get himself to do in the wake of the security and comfort that Caleb was providing him.
Still, he was not quite expecting the forwardness of Caleb's moves, for his waist to be grabbed and tugged closer, for the way those sapphire blue eyes gazed down at his lips-- Lips that he bites in anticipation with a pointed incisor. His breath felt short, quick, his cheeks suffused with heat that crawled down his neck and met at every point of contact they had like flowers blooming.
If he was perfectly honest, his offer was more in line with some hand holding and perhaps running his hands over the bruised neck, something light and not too forward -- but those thoughts escape him completely when Caleb nuzzles their noses together and he felt those flowers catch fire. No, they had already tasted each other, there was no going back to innocent touches.
At least this was positive proof towards the physical attraction he thinks Caleb might harbor, could benefit them if they do enter an agreement.]
Caleb.. [The name slips from him like a breathy prayer as his lashes flutter, feeling how they brush against the man's cheek as they are so close, the tension of maybe flowing through them as his hand comes up to rest ever so gently on the side of that bruised neck. A soft touch in contrast to the harsh one the man only recently experienced.
With a lick and bite to his lower lip, Essek nizzles back, so close he can almost taste Caleb's breath as it brushes against him, can feel the heat in those cheeks. He wants to close the distance, but there was something halting him from it -- the deep intimacy of almost was intoxicating, the anticipation, but also the fear of how everything could change.]
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Still, he was not quite expecting the forwardness of Caleb's moves, for his waist to be grabbed and tugged closer, for the way those sapphire blue eyes gazed down at his lips-- Lips that he bites in anticipation with a pointed incisor. His breath felt short, quick, his cheeks suffused with heat that crawled down his neck and met at every point of contact they had like flowers blooming.
If he was perfectly honest, his offer was more in line with some hand holding and perhaps running his hands over the bruised neck, something light and not too forward -- but those thoughts escape him completely when Caleb nuzzles their noses together and he felt those flowers catch fire. No, they had already tasted each other, there was no going back to innocent touches.
At least this was positive proof towards the physical attraction he thinks Caleb might harbor, could benefit them if they do enter an agreement.]
Caleb.. [The name slips from him like a breathy prayer as his lashes flutter, feeling how they brush against the man's cheek as they are so close, the tension of maybe flowing through them as his hand comes up to rest ever so gently on the side of that bruised neck. A soft touch in contrast to the harsh one the man only recently experienced.
With a lick and bite to his lower lip, Essek nizzles back, so close he can almost taste Caleb's breath as it brushes against him, can feel the heat in those cheeks. He wants to close the distance, but there was something halting him from it -- the deep intimacy of almost was intoxicating, the anticipation, but also the fear of how everything could change.]