[He lets his thoughts slip back and away a bit more as Caleb rocks his hips. Chris' focus falls only on the pattern of relaxed throat and held breath and the very occasional inhale as suited. Caleb had this, Chris knew, and he trusts him enough to simply...let go a little in the moment. To let himself simply be the warm, wet, mouth offering tempting distraction while Caleb proves to himself he can handle the challenge.
He could think later, he could mange emotions and thoughts and perceptions in a moment, for a few minutes, this was all Caleb needed of him and Chris was eager to supply.
He could feel the mess gathering on his lips and chin and gods he wants more, he wants Caleb to come down his throat so badly. Or to grab him by the hair and use his mouth in earnest, but he doesn't use teeth as he had before, doesn't do anything to threaten that edge until Caleb can finish his task.
It doesn't stop the small, needful sound that escapes him the next time his lover pulls far enough out.]
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He could think later, he could mange emotions and thoughts and perceptions in a moment, for a few minutes, this was all Caleb needed of him and Chris was eager to supply.
He could feel the mess gathering on his lips and chin and gods he wants more, he wants Caleb to come down his throat so badly. Or to grab him by the hair and use his mouth in earnest, but he doesn't use teeth as he had before, doesn't do anything to threaten that edge until Caleb can finish his task.
It doesn't stop the small, needful sound that escapes him the next time his lover pulls far enough out.]