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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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."