[He can feel the careful movement of the strands of hair and the gentle way they begin to fold and tug ever so slightly and he would smile, if his mouth wasn't currently occupied. There's a rush of pride in him for Caleb's control, for the elegant expertise over his own magic he can display.
Pride he can really only express through the gentle run of his tongue over Caleb's length. He keeps that up for a bit, the gentle thoroughness being showed to him, he returns in well-placed sucks and through swirling exploration of his tongue. Caleb's cock in his mouth may as well be a delicacy to savor for how reverently Chris tastes him.
When he thinks he feels a couple braids completed, he switches tactics, his sucking harsh for a moment so his teeth graze along the sensitive skin.]
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Pride he can really only express through the gentle run of his tongue over Caleb's length. He keeps that up for a bit, the gentle thoroughness being showed to him, he returns in well-placed sucks and through swirling exploration of his tongue. Caleb's cock in his mouth may as well be a delicacy to savor for how reverently Chris tastes him.
When he thinks he feels a couple braids completed, he switches tactics, his sucking harsh for a moment so his teeth graze along the sensitive skin.]