[Fingers hooked through Caleb's beltloops, Chris works his pants down off his hips.]

Oh no, let me play first, certainly. When I think you're ready, we'll both start in earnest. Then ten braids as before. If you handle that so masterfully still, we'll add another five.

[He flashes a playful smirk up at Caleb, but then leans in to press a kiss to each hip. Slowly, he returns to center to press a kiss to the outline of Caleb's cock under his smalls and soon follow with a soft scrape of teeth.]