[Joseph's hand finally leaves Caesar's waist so that he can hold Caesar's face in both of his hands. He doesn't need to be told twice, and practically wriggles in closer with the fingers on his hips. The sensation is completely new, at least in the sense that it's someone else—no, not just that. It's Caesar that's touching him there.]
[Trust these days, it's a rare commodity. Rarer even still coming from Caesar who, if Joseph had to guess, hasn't put his trust in anyone since he tentatively began putting it in Lisa Lisa to train him. And maybe some of it went to Joseph eventually, but it'd been shallow then. At least relative to this, to the way Caesar tells Joseph that he trusts him now. Joseph wants to say it back, but saying it back would mean not kissing Caesar, so he doesn't bother with it. He must know by now. He must understand that with love comes trust. Or maybe it's the reverse, he doesn't know. That seems like too much to think about right now when he could be focused instead on other things like the feel and taste of Caesar's mouth.]
[And he likes that, too. He's glad that he said something. No matter what the outcome ends up being, where things go, he doesn't care. He doesn't have to hide things or wonder if Caesar knows because he does now. Without a doubt, Caesar knows and has the whole of Joseph, and there's not a single piece that he's willing to hold back from him any longer. He's here in a more complete way than he's ever been.]
[Joseph bites at Caesar's lip, a little rougher than he intends to be, but he's quick to try and kiss it better before moving back to kiss at his throat. The little noises Caesar's been making have gone without comment, but not without notice and Joseph likes listening to them. So maybe, he thinks, not muffling them with kisses he'll be able to hear them better.]
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[Trust these days, it's a rare commodity. Rarer even still coming from Caesar who, if Joseph had to guess, hasn't put his trust in anyone since he tentatively began putting it in Lisa Lisa to train him. And maybe some of it went to Joseph eventually, but it'd been shallow then. At least relative to this, to the way Caesar tells Joseph that he trusts him now. Joseph wants to say it back, but saying it back would mean not kissing Caesar, so he doesn't bother with it. He must know by now. He must understand that with love comes trust. Or maybe it's the reverse, he doesn't know. That seems like too much to think about right now when he could be focused instead on other things like the feel and taste of Caesar's mouth.]
[And he likes that, too. He's glad that he said something. No matter what the outcome ends up being, where things go, he doesn't care. He doesn't have to hide things or wonder if Caesar knows because he does now. Without a doubt, Caesar knows and has the whole of Joseph, and there's not a single piece that he's willing to hold back from him any longer. He's here in a more complete way than he's ever been.]
[Joseph bites at Caesar's lip, a little rougher than he intends to be, but he's quick to try and kiss it better before moving back to kiss at his throat. The little noises Caesar's been making have gone without comment, but not without notice and Joseph likes listening to them. So maybe, he thinks, not muffling them with kisses he'll be able to hear them better.]