[There's something about holding Kaspar like this. Like a star truly crashed onto earth, and here he is, holding it between his hands with as much care and wonder as he would if the man were something magical, ethereal, about to be blown away like a million dandelion seeds. The man's eyes fix on him, holding him in place with a breath caught in his throat - and then something wet is felt between his fingers. Tears. Steinbeck finally breaths, eyebrows creasing downward as his thumbs move to wipe away the drops that come.]
[Something flutters in his chest, melancholy at the sight, but all the more determined to do more. As if he, a lowly man, can send the rain back into its cloud, pull the star back into its place. He wants to kiss them away. He wants to press lips over and over over those soft features and absorb them all into himself. Plants need moisture, after all, right?]
[The hands over his hips makes him murmur, muscles straining before tension releases as fingers press down. As much as their positions in this scenario seem to indicate otherwise, Kaspar has such careful control that it makes him a little dizzy. If he wasn't incredibly aroused already, he knows he'd be there in no time at any regular moment, like the man has a thrall over him that can't be broken any time soon.]
[And now, there's only one moment, one little pause to intake a breath of his own, before Kaspar descends like a rushing waterfall of lava-like heat, and Steinbeck feels a cry wrenched out of him as he gasps in fervor.]
Ah- shit-!
[And that's all it takes. His peak hits like a thunderbolt through the entirety of his body as his own heat breaks over. He can't even hear anything, see anything, as he spills down Kaspar's throat with a fire he feels he's never felt. Fingers clench over the man's face as Steinbeck throws his head back, voice stuttering as sparks flash behind his eyes. He hopes his voice adds to the song, their voices mixing in the cool night air.]
[This must be what its like to be hit by a shooting star.]
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[Something flutters in his chest, melancholy at the sight, but all the more determined to do more. As if he, a lowly man, can send the rain back into its cloud, pull the star back into its place. He wants to kiss them away. He wants to press lips over and over over those soft features and absorb them all into himself. Plants need moisture, after all, right?]
[The hands over his hips makes him murmur, muscles straining before tension releases as fingers press down. As much as their positions in this scenario seem to indicate otherwise, Kaspar has such careful control that it makes him a little dizzy. If he wasn't incredibly aroused already, he knows he'd be there in no time at any regular moment, like the man has a thrall over him that can't be broken any time soon.]
[And now, there's only one moment, one little pause to intake a breath of his own, before Kaspar descends like a rushing waterfall of lava-like heat, and Steinbeck feels a cry wrenched out of him as he gasps in fervor.]
Ah- shit-!
[And that's all it takes. His peak hits like a thunderbolt through the entirety of his body as his own heat breaks over. He can't even hear anything, see anything, as he spills down Kaspar's throat with a fire he feels he's never felt. Fingers clench over the man's face as Steinbeck throws his head back, voice stuttering as sparks flash behind his eyes. He hopes his voice adds to the song, their voices mixing in the cool night air.]
[This must be what its like to be hit by a shooting star.]