[The second Joseph touches him, the second he makes that sound, Caesar makes an echo of it, soft and breathy and a little overwhelmed. It's not that it's new, exactly, except for the ways that it is — except for the fact that Joseph's hand is big and there are callouses on his fingers. That's new. That's very new, and every tiny movement has his breath hitching against Joseph's neck.]
[His eyes flutter closed; he has to just breathe for a moment, breathe and nothing else, as Joseph's hand slides up a little, but when he's caught up with himself a little he manages another wordless sound, still soft but this time very approving, a slurred mmhm. He turns to let another kiss drag across the space under Joseph's ear, but then there are nails barely digging into his stomach and he arches and bites down by accident, still not very hard but more than he meant to do.]
'M sorry, [he mumbles, leaving another kiss there in uncertain apology, and lest he be misunderstood leans heavily against Joseph's hand, too, an unspoken but explicit request for more.] Not impossible. You can do anything you want.
[Which could mean a lot, considering. He doesn't have the wherewithal to specify.]
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[His eyes flutter closed; he has to just breathe for a moment, breathe and nothing else, as Joseph's hand slides up a little, but when he's caught up with himself a little he manages another wordless sound, still soft but this time very approving, a slurred mmhm. He turns to let another kiss drag across the space under Joseph's ear, but then there are nails barely digging into his stomach and he arches and bites down by accident, still not very hard but more than he meant to do.]
'M sorry, [he mumbles, leaving another kiss there in uncertain apology, and lest he be misunderstood leans heavily against Joseph's hand, too, an unspoken but explicit request for more.] Not impossible. You can do anything you want.
[Which could mean a lot, considering. He doesn't have the wherewithal to specify.]