[ If not for the fear that Chris will call a stop to everything, Caleb would forget what he's supposed to be doing. That and he wants to impress the man he loves, show him how good Caleb is getting at this and how much control he has.
Not that he has much control over his hips in that moment.
He can't stop the way they rock, the rolling pressure of them as he rocks deep into Chris' mouth, feeling the tight heat of his throat, and it brings a strangled cry from him.
Forgetting about braiding, not that his magic has let go of the hold on Chris' hair. Twisting it around as if curling it around his fist. Using that hold to rock Chris onto his cock even as his hips buck again, once more and then he's pulling him back as he starts stroking his own cock. Just along the base as he leaves his cock on Chris' tongue.
Then he's coming with a soft, needy sound as his cock pulses against Chris' tongue. ]
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Not that he has much control over his hips in that moment.
He can't stop the way they rock, the rolling pressure of them as he rocks deep into Chris' mouth, feeling the tight heat of his throat, and it brings a strangled cry from him.
Forgetting about braiding, not that his magic has let go of the hold on Chris' hair. Twisting it around as if curling it around his fist. Using that hold to rock Chris onto his cock even as his hips buck again, once more and then he's pulling him back as he starts stroking his own cock. Just along the base as he leaves his cock on Chris' tongue.
Then he's coming with a soft, needy sound as his cock pulses against Chris' tongue. ]