[The hold in his hair is different and he would make half a guess as to why if he could make half a thought work, but it's hard when everything is pressure and taste and Caleb.
A whine escapes him as Caleb pulls a little further back, but it turns into a pleased sound when Chris tastes that rush of salt and tang. He's dutiful in his attention, tongue laving about the tip and sweeping each pulse along until he swallows the load down. He licks and cleans Caleb's length until he's satisfied and finally pulls off him to press little kisses against his thighs and hips.]
You did so well, darling. [His voice is beyond rough, but he loves it, loves the aching stretch in his throat like the shape of Caleb's been left behind.
He can't manage much other thought or words immediately, though he knows he has them. For now, his focus is on making sure his boyfriend sits and gives his likely stiff legs and knees a much needed break.]
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A whine escapes him as Caleb pulls a little further back, but it turns into a pleased sound when Chris tastes that rush of salt and tang. He's dutiful in his attention, tongue laving about the tip and sweeping each pulse along until he swallows the load down. He licks and cleans Caleb's length until he's satisfied and finally pulls off him to press little kisses against his thighs and hips.]
You did so well, darling. [His voice is beyond rough, but he loves it, loves the aching stretch in his throat like the shape of Caleb's been left behind.
He can't manage much other thought or words immediately, though he knows he has them. For now, his focus is on making sure his boyfriend sits and gives his likely stiff legs and knees a much needed break.]