Ro can only nod at first, though it's with enthusiasm. One of the latter two would be best, both for the sake of time and minimal privacy. But the way Caleb says for tonight suggests, maybe, that there could be other nights. And Ro realizes he wouldn't mind that at all. There's something about Caleb that's hard to ignore now that he's been allowed to see it. He doesn't think he'll be able to forget it.
"You can uhm--you can think about while you're busy," he says, voice tight as a little whine catches on the last word. Ro grips the blanket beneath him and he ends up rolling his hips, trying to meet the rhythm of Caleb's hand as the other man's mouth moves lower. Muscles tense and shiver beneath his lips and the scrape of his beard. After a moment, Ro shifts to rest his leg over Caleb's arm rather than under it. Given his size, it's just an easier position anyway.
He lets go of the blanket, but he's still tentative as he reaches to brush his fingers through Caleb's damp hair, testing to see if that'd be welcome. After seeing the scars on Caleb's arms, he wants to at least telegraph what he's doing enough that Caleb can ask him to stop if he needs to before Ro goes too far. But the nice thing about this position in particular is that he can still reach Caleb without much issue. He just can't reach far. But that'd be true even if he were taller.
Caleb pauses just above Ro's navel, where his line of kisses has led him. "I will be," he assures with a playful little quirk of his lips, which grows a little wider in encouragement as the other man's fingers thread tentatively through his hair. When he was doing this regularly, once upon a time, his hair was always too short to really grab. But he's thought about it plenty, and he's certain it is something he would enjoy. He does appreciate the care that Ro's hesitation demonstrates, though.
Gods, it's gratifying to hear his companion--his lover?--make these soft, eager noises when he hasn't even gotten his mouth on him yet. As he continues down Ro's stomach, his kisses turn slower, but hungrier, lingering. His tongue appears as he nuzzles into the crease of his thigh, and he wonders if Ro would enjoy him using his mouth elsewhere tonight as well. The idea of eating him out for its own sake, rather than just as foreplay, is appealing.
Time is limited, though, so he doesn't waste any more of it before getting started on what they've already talked about. His fingers slide down to frame the base of his sturdy little cock and Caleb drags his tongue across the head. The taste of clean salty skin is immediately enjoyable, and a pleased hum vibrates in Caleb's throat as he parts his lips to suck the flushed tip gently between them--then the first inch entirely. He could easily take more right away, he realizes, but he wants to ease them both into this a bit more--it is something to savor, personally, being the first time he's sucked cock in more than fifteen years.
The way Caleb's mouth opens more as he moves lower makes Ro feel like he's about to be devoured, and that's a rather exciting proposition. He wets his lips as Caleb's tongue drags over the dip of his thigh and he tries to spread his legs more, though it seems like Caleb isn't having any problems getting closer.
Ro takes a deep, hiccuping breath to try and keep from making too much noise as Caleb's tongue runs over the damp head of his cock. But he can't help quite the quiet whine that escapes when Caleb's mouth closes around him. His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair, feeling more confident since he didn't pull away or otherwise react poorly. The wet heat of the other man's mouth has a deeper blush spreading across Ro's cheeks and the tips of his ears.
Given his size, he's sure Caleb could take all of him without too much effort, but the fact that he's going slow like this is--well, it feels very much like being savored, and Ro likes that. He shifts the pillows behind him, wanting to make sure he doesn't lose his view too much if he starts sliding down. His fingers relax again, gently rubbing over Caleb's scalp to encourage him or just to offer some affection as best he can.
Caleb is savoring him. And to his credit, he does try to take his time. But there is simply less cock to swallow than he is used to, so before long he gives in to the impulse to take Ro in completely, head bobbing down and tongue flattening along the underside. Easily, he holds the full shape of him in his mouth, delightfully hot and pulsing.
Eyes fluttering closed as he breathes slowly through his nose, Caleb gives another low, pleased hum, feeling the tension from Ro's fingers in his hair tug at an answering heat in his core. It doesn't take him long to decide that Ro's cock is the absolute perfect size for this. He sucks at him gently, languidly, indulgently, able to use his tongue and lips and mouth on his full length in a way he couldn't with a larger man. After so long out of practice, it's a relief to do this without any strain or discomfort, and it helps him to quickly regain some confidence.
His hands slide down to hold Ro's thighs open, covering a broad area of soft, warm skin. As his eyes open again, devouring the flushed sight of his companion with a burning blue gaze, Caleb spreads his own knees on the bed until he is very nearly laying down, supported on his elbows. Hanging heavy between his legs, the head of his cock just barely brushes the sheets, making him constantly aware of his own arousal, but doing nothing to resolve it. It's perfect.
"Oh gods," he gasps, stomach tightening as Caleb takes the rest of him. His thighs tense in an attempt to keep from moving too much, though he realizes it might not be too uncomfortable for Caleb if he did. He clings to Caleb's hair as he bobs his head, as he sucks and uses lips and teeth and tongue liberally - confidently. Ro doesn't know what he was expecting, but it's a far cry from the reserved, rather shy man Ro met in prison.
Caleb pushes his thighs apart and Ro's eyes flash open, staring down to meet the other man's heated gaze. Gods, it isn't the first time he wishes he knew something clever like Mage Hand, especially as he looks past Caleb's face enough to see the way his knees slide apart, lowering his hips to the bed. He wishes he could see a little better, but he can imagine well enough. He tells himself he'll be able to return this favor when--well, maybe that's something to sort out.
"Do you want me to finish like this?" he manages to ask, breathless as his cock throbs in Caleb's mouth. He realizes that an answer to that question will require Caleb to stop, but it's worth knowing. The answer doesn't really matter, he thinks. It wouldn't stop him from doing whatever Caleb likes, and it needn't really preclude him getting off again, depending on how things go. But he figures he should ask all the same because if Caleb doesn't want to suddenly end up with a mouthful, Ro wants to remember to warn him. He's not there yet, but Caleb's skill is terribly compelling.
Ro's hand tightens in his hair, sending a prickle of painful pleasure down his spine, and Caleb moans. Tension seeps through Ro's body, and Caleb is caught, fascinated, hungry for more reaction. He doesn't have to strain at all to take him deep, even when Ro's hips threaten to stutter, an aborted thrust that is in no danger of making him choke.
Caleb hadn't known what to expect with a halfling. While Ro's cock is proportional to the rest of him, it's still enough to stroke and squeeze and fill his mouth satisfyingly, enough to make his stomach swoop with excitement as he takes him to the root and feels him throb against his tongue.
Responding to Ro's breathless inquiry, Caleb pulls off his cock with a slow, indulgent suck. "Ja," he confirms softly. His lips are wet and red, his eyes warm, dark, intense. "I want you to finish when you are ready. However you'd like."
Gods, thinking about sucking him to completion makes him ache to stroke his own cock. But if he does, he won't last. That might not be so bad, except Ro had put some very appealing options on the table earlier, and Caleb...wants to be touched.
With that decided, Caleb lowers his head back down to his companion's lap, reveling in the feeling of Ro's cock sliding through the stretched, sensitive skin of his lips. Rubbing his tongue against the underside, he bobs his head shallowly, the soft friction of his beard turning pale skin pink. His hands squeeze gently where they cover the halfling's thick thighs, enjoying the sensation of soft flesh with firm muscle beneath, and the simple feeling of closeness.
Somehow, Ro manages to keep himself from whining when Caleb pulls off of him to answer - he asked for that, he can live with it for a few seconds. But the answer only makes him feel hotter all over and his breath catches when Caleb tells him, in no uncertain terms, to finish how he likes. It shouldn't be so attractive, but it is.
A moan escapes, louder than he means it to be, and Ro presses his lips together in an attempt to muffle himself as Caleb's head bobs down again. Tension has him trembling and he cannot help the pleased sound he makes when Caleb squeezes his thighs. He's panting when he lays back against the pillows. It's the enthusiasm, he thinks, not just the skill that's really doing it for him. Caleb's good, but he's also eager and lingering at the same time. It's--hot. And gods, it feels good. Ro doesn't mind feeling like he's being devoured if it's like this.
His fingers rub against Caleb's scalp and he tries not to hold the other man's hair too tightly when his hand tenses. Ro bites his lip and tentatively rocks up to meet the next bob of Caleb's head, testing to see what's okay without asking him to stop again and trusting that Caleb will make it known if he's asking for too much. Faster than he thought possible, Ro feels the crest of his pleasure rising.
"I'm--I think I'm close," he whimpers, voice tight as he tries to keep quiet. His legs press against Caleb's shoulder as they tense, like Ro's trying to keep him right where he is. "Gods, Caleb--"
Ro's hips rock in a tentative thrust into his mouth, and Caleb makes his enthusiastic approval of this development immediately apparent in a stifled moan. Gods, this is good. With his mouth occupied by Ro's cock and his attention fully fixed on pleasing him, his brain has finally stopped whirring for a few minutes. That precious silence is worth so much.
He gives a lusty suck with each bob of his head, darkened blue eyes gazing up through drooping lashes at the attractive pink flush of his companion's face as his companion warns him that he's nearly there. At least part of the warmth spreading through Caleb's chest is pride at having gotten him there so quickly. His lips twitch around Ro's length in what would be a smile as the halfling gasps his name.
His tongue curls to lap at the leaking tip as he easily accommodates the bucking of Ro's hips, lips sealed tight around him. He can feel the muscles in Ro's thighs growing tight beneath his hands, and slides one down further between his legs. His hand is so big on Ro's body that it is easy to cup his balls gently in his palm while his fingers slip back further and rub lightly over his hole, stimulating so much sensitive skin at once.
Caleb would gladly do this for much longer, but he is also eager for the other man to come--to taste him, to feel his pleasure crest and watch it take him apart, a reward for his attentiveness and skill.
"Fuck--fuck," he whimpers, voice strained as he tries hard to stay quiet. Ro covers his mouth, holding tight as Caleb's hand moves to touch him lower, calloused fingers stroking over his balls and teasing over his hole. Being with people bigger than him isn't always easy, but Ro would be the first to say that it really has its perks. The fact that Caleb can touch so much of him at once is definitely one of them.
He moans behind his hand as the tension in him finally builds to a breaking point. He would've liked to last longer, but--well. It isn't completely lost on Ro (even if he feels really, really good) that they won't have the room to themselves forever. So he doesn't feel any regret when his cock twitches in Caleb's mouth and barely a second later he comes.
Ro whimpers and his thighs press against Caleb's shoulders as waves of tension and pleasure roll through him. He lays back, keeping his hand over his mouth just in case as he breathes hard through his nose. His fingers go loose in Caleb's hair and sort of fall with as much of a caress as he can manage. His other hand finally slides away from his mouth and he whispers, "Wow."
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"You can uhm--you can think about while you're busy," he says, voice tight as a little whine catches on the last word. Ro grips the blanket beneath him and he ends up rolling his hips, trying to meet the rhythm of Caleb's hand as the other man's mouth moves lower. Muscles tense and shiver beneath his lips and the scrape of his beard. After a moment, Ro shifts to rest his leg over Caleb's arm rather than under it. Given his size, it's just an easier position anyway.
He lets go of the blanket, but he's still tentative as he reaches to brush his fingers through Caleb's damp hair, testing to see if that'd be welcome. After seeing the scars on Caleb's arms, he wants to at least telegraph what he's doing enough that Caleb can ask him to stop if he needs to before Ro goes too far. But the nice thing about this position in particular is that he can still reach Caleb without much issue. He just can't reach far. But that'd be true even if he were taller.
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Gods, it's gratifying to hear his companion--his lover?--make these soft, eager noises when he hasn't even gotten his mouth on him yet. As he continues down Ro's stomach, his kisses turn slower, but hungrier, lingering. His tongue appears as he nuzzles into the crease of his thigh, and he wonders if Ro would enjoy him using his mouth elsewhere tonight as well. The idea of eating him out for its own sake, rather than just as foreplay, is appealing.
Time is limited, though, so he doesn't waste any more of it before getting started on what they've already talked about. His fingers slide down to frame the base of his sturdy little cock and Caleb drags his tongue across the head. The taste of clean salty skin is immediately enjoyable, and a pleased hum vibrates in Caleb's throat as he parts his lips to suck the flushed tip gently between them--then the first inch entirely. He could easily take more right away, he realizes, but he wants to ease them both into this a bit more--it is something to savor, personally, being the first time he's sucked cock in more than fifteen years.
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Ro takes a deep, hiccuping breath to try and keep from making too much noise as Caleb's tongue runs over the damp head of his cock. But he can't help quite the quiet whine that escapes when Caleb's mouth closes around him. His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair, feeling more confident since he didn't pull away or otherwise react poorly. The wet heat of the other man's mouth has a deeper blush spreading across Ro's cheeks and the tips of his ears.
Given his size, he's sure Caleb could take all of him without too much effort, but the fact that he's going slow like this is--well, it feels very much like being savored, and Ro likes that. He shifts the pillows behind him, wanting to make sure he doesn't lose his view too much if he starts sliding down. His fingers relax again, gently rubbing over Caleb's scalp to encourage him or just to offer some affection as best he can.
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Eyes fluttering closed as he breathes slowly through his nose, Caleb gives another low, pleased hum, feeling the tension from Ro's fingers in his hair tug at an answering heat in his core. It doesn't take him long to decide that Ro's cock is the absolute perfect size for this. He sucks at him gently, languidly, indulgently, able to use his tongue and lips and mouth on his full length in a way he couldn't with a larger man. After so long out of practice, it's a relief to do this without any strain or discomfort, and it helps him to quickly regain some confidence.
His hands slide down to hold Ro's thighs open, covering a broad area of soft, warm skin. As his eyes open again, devouring the flushed sight of his companion with a burning blue gaze, Caleb spreads his own knees on the bed until he is very nearly laying down, supported on his elbows. Hanging heavy between his legs, the head of his cock just barely brushes the sheets, making him constantly aware of his own arousal, but doing nothing to resolve it. It's perfect.
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Caleb pushes his thighs apart and Ro's eyes flash open, staring down to meet the other man's heated gaze. Gods, it isn't the first time he wishes he knew something clever like Mage Hand, especially as he looks past Caleb's face enough to see the way his knees slide apart, lowering his hips to the bed. He wishes he could see a little better, but he can imagine well enough. He tells himself he'll be able to return this favor when--well, maybe that's something to sort out.
"Do you want me to finish like this?" he manages to ask, breathless as his cock throbs in Caleb's mouth. He realizes that an answer to that question will require Caleb to stop, but it's worth knowing. The answer doesn't really matter, he thinks. It wouldn't stop him from doing whatever Caleb likes, and it needn't really preclude him getting off again, depending on how things go. But he figures he should ask all the same because if Caleb doesn't want to suddenly end up with a mouthful, Ro wants to remember to warn him. He's not there yet, but Caleb's skill is terribly compelling.
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Caleb hadn't known what to expect with a halfling. While Ro's cock is proportional to the rest of him, it's still enough to stroke and squeeze and fill his mouth satisfyingly, enough to make his stomach swoop with excitement as he takes him to the root and feels him throb against his tongue.
Responding to Ro's breathless inquiry, Caleb pulls off his cock with a slow, indulgent suck. "Ja," he confirms softly. His lips are wet and red, his eyes warm, dark, intense. "I want you to finish when you are ready. However you'd like."
Gods, thinking about sucking him to completion makes him ache to stroke his own cock. But if he does, he won't last. That might not be so bad, except Ro had put some very appealing options on the table earlier, and Caleb...wants to be touched.
With that decided, Caleb lowers his head back down to his companion's lap, reveling in the feeling of Ro's cock sliding through the stretched, sensitive skin of his lips. Rubbing his tongue against the underside, he bobs his head shallowly, the soft friction of his beard turning pale skin pink. His hands squeeze gently where they cover the halfling's thick thighs, enjoying the sensation of soft flesh with firm muscle beneath, and the simple feeling of closeness.
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A moan escapes, louder than he means it to be, and Ro presses his lips together in an attempt to muffle himself as Caleb's head bobs down again. Tension has him trembling and he cannot help the pleased sound he makes when Caleb squeezes his thighs. He's panting when he lays back against the pillows. It's the enthusiasm, he thinks, not just the skill that's really doing it for him. Caleb's good, but he's also eager and lingering at the same time. It's--hot. And gods, it feels good. Ro doesn't mind feeling like he's being devoured if it's like this.
His fingers rub against Caleb's scalp and he tries not to hold the other man's hair too tightly when his hand tenses. Ro bites his lip and tentatively rocks up to meet the next bob of Caleb's head, testing to see what's okay without asking him to stop again and trusting that Caleb will make it known if he's asking for too much. Faster than he thought possible, Ro feels the crest of his pleasure rising.
"I'm--I think I'm close," he whimpers, voice tight as he tries to keep quiet. His legs press against Caleb's shoulder as they tense, like Ro's trying to keep him right where he is. "Gods, Caleb--"
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He gives a lusty suck with each bob of his head, darkened blue eyes gazing up through drooping lashes at the attractive pink flush of his companion's face as his companion warns him that he's nearly there. At least part of the warmth spreading through Caleb's chest is pride at having gotten him there so quickly. His lips twitch around Ro's length in what would be a smile as the halfling gasps his name.
His tongue curls to lap at the leaking tip as he easily accommodates the bucking of Ro's hips, lips sealed tight around him. He can feel the muscles in Ro's thighs growing tight beneath his hands, and slides one down further between his legs. His hand is so big on Ro's body that it is easy to cup his balls gently in his palm while his fingers slip back further and rub lightly over his hole, stimulating so much sensitive skin at once.
Caleb would gladly do this for much longer, but he is also eager for the other man to come--to taste him, to feel his pleasure crest and watch it take him apart, a reward for his attentiveness and skill.
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He moans behind his hand as the tension in him finally builds to a breaking point. He would've liked to last longer, but--well. It isn't completely lost on Ro (even if he feels really, really good) that they won't have the room to themselves forever. So he doesn't feel any regret when his cock twitches in Caleb's mouth and barely a second later he comes.
Ro whimpers and his thighs press against Caleb's shoulders as waves of tension and pleasure roll through him. He lays back, keeping his hand over his mouth just in case as he breathes hard through his nose. His fingers go loose in Caleb's hair and sort of fall with as much of a caress as he can manage. His other hand finally slides away from his mouth and he whispers, "Wow."