[The campfire is snuffing out. There's something about this moment that he'll keep for a very long time, frozen like a crystal, of the sensation of this scene illuminated by night stars and the fervent glow of a man's body. It seems akin to a dream on a restless night - he wouldn't blame his own head if he woke up at this very moment from it, let it wash over him in a breakout of sweat and arousal to then recede back to vague fogginess like a tide. But he doesn't wake up. This is happening. This is real.]
[The bites to his hand make him laugh, a little hiccup of a noise. It makes a little whirlwind of affection twist in his chest. Kaspar seems the sweet man, and for sure, he's far sweeter than the bitter fruit Steinbeck bears, but things like this make him purse his lips for the victorious feeling of being given the knowledge that there's more. What a gift. What a treat.]
[Kaspar is swallowing him down, but the sight of all of this, Kaspar in luminous starry glow, is his own dinner to indulge in, for the time being.]
[God. An urge passes over him, makes his cock throb, a heat passing through his body with a noticeable shiver. A desperate thought pulls forth, like a stifled sprout, finding fertilizer, finally discovering the rays of the sun. I want to see what he looks like naked.. He channels the urge into using both of his hands to scrape lightly underneath the man's clothes to his upper back, wondering if scars burn just as brightly, like cracks of orange through darkening ash.]
Mm. [A low grunt, as he moves his hips up just a tad.] You look...so good.
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[The bites to his hand make him laugh, a little hiccup of a noise. It makes a little whirlwind of affection twist in his chest. Kaspar seems the sweet man, and for sure, he's far sweeter than the bitter fruit Steinbeck bears, but things like this make him purse his lips for the victorious feeling of being given the knowledge that there's more. What a gift. What a treat.]
[Kaspar is swallowing him down, but the sight of all of this, Kaspar in luminous starry glow, is his own dinner to indulge in, for the time being.]
[God. An urge passes over him, makes his cock throb, a heat passing through his body with a noticeable shiver. A desperate thought pulls forth, like a stifled sprout, finding fertilizer, finally discovering the rays of the sun. I want to see what he looks like naked.. He channels the urge into using both of his hands to scrape lightly underneath the man's clothes to his upper back, wondering if scars burn just as brightly, like cracks of orange through darkening ash.]
Mm. [A low grunt, as he moves his hips up just a tad.] You look...so good.