[ Kaspar stills briefly at the initial breathless words. Steinbeck could rebuff him at any moment in any tone, but he'd lean into the hand brushing through his hair either way. He puts effort into his hair too, enjoying the look of loose, effortless curls. He never used to like it being yanked out in a fight, but the tug hits him right, sensitizing his scalp. It tingles like bubbly wine, leaving the imprint of the feeling in his hair.
His laugh this time is as light as his head, throat somehow already hoarse with such a wet mouth. Playful in their closeness, he reaches for Steinbeck's hand to bite at the callouses. He doesn't aim to hurt, but he knows the pressure needed for him to feel something before he kisses to soothe the same spot. This is his choice. Kaspar's other hand runs the softest parts of his palm slowly over the half hard cock by his loose, glowing, hold and the gentle brush of a rough thumb
Steinbeck's urging only sets him up to discover how quickly lava can descend off of a cliff when it decides to. It's one fluid motion, dragging Steinbeck's fingers to bury in his curls as his head dips low to envelope as much of him as he can, whether he is still half hard or not. Exhaling through his nose, the soft contented sound at the back of his throat would almost be cute if a cock didn't muffle it. Kaspar, and lava, can only be hurried so much for so long before derailing into sensual indulgence.
Everything he does is illuminated, his saliva leaving a faint film of bioluminecence as he pulls off. The lighter silhouette fades quicker than his blood would, hazy dim frost receding again to slicked darkness as he breathes, hot against sensitive skin. Edged by the glow of his skin as he inhales and flattens his tongue up the length, gentler if he isn't fully hard. Kaspar's never touched one, licked one that doesn't glow.
Mouth open, tongue fully pressed, Kaspar flicks his gaze up to Steinbeck's face. The brightest part of him makes it all the more striking when the campfire dies to soft embers. ]
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2023-01-24 19:16 (UTC)His laugh this time is as light as his head, throat somehow already hoarse with such a wet mouth. Playful in their closeness, he reaches for Steinbeck's hand to bite at the callouses. He doesn't aim to hurt, but he knows the pressure needed for him to feel something before he kisses to soothe the same spot. This is his choice. Kaspar's other hand runs the softest parts of his palm slowly over the half hard cock by his loose, glowing, hold and the gentle brush of a rough thumb
Steinbeck's urging only sets him up to discover how quickly lava can descend off of a cliff when it decides to. It's one fluid motion, dragging Steinbeck's fingers to bury in his curls as his head dips low to envelope as much of him as he can, whether he is still half hard or not. Exhaling through his nose, the soft contented sound at the back of his throat would almost be cute if a cock didn't muffle it. Kaspar, and lava, can only be hurried so much for so long before derailing into sensual indulgence.
Everything he does is illuminated, his saliva leaving a faint film of bioluminecence as he pulls off. The lighter silhouette fades quicker than his blood would, hazy dim frost receding again to slicked darkness as he breathes, hot against sensitive skin. Edged by the glow of his skin as he inhales and flattens his tongue up the length, gentler if he isn't fully hard. Kaspar's never touched one, licked one that doesn't glow.
Mouth open, tongue fully pressed, Kaspar flicks his gaze up to Steinbeck's face. The brightest part of him makes it all the more striking when the campfire dies to soft embers. ]