[Joseph bites his own lip at the sound of Caesar's voice and the way he simply seems to curve his entire body around Joseph. He doesn't question whether or not this is a good reaction. He thinks — no, he knows if it was, Caesar would throw down the brakes just as quickly as Joseph would in the reverse. Neither one of them are necessarily all that aware of what should or shouldn't be happening right now, but they're still more than capable of communicating their limits. There just don't seem to be any right now. Not between the two of them.]
[Joseph turns his head, pressing kisses into Caesar's hair and wordless reassurances. His fingers drift back up, just the very tips of them ghosting over their initial paths before deviating away. He's not quite so hesitant or tentative as how he drags his nails down this time, curling his fingers occasionally to dig a little more and to slow his momentum down when he begins to feel Caesar pushing into his hand.]
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[Joseph turns his head, pressing kisses into Caesar's hair and wordless reassurances. His fingers drift back up, just the very tips of them ghosting over their initial paths before deviating away. He's not quite so hesitant or tentative as how he drags his nails down this time, curling his fingers occasionally to dig a little more and to slow his momentum down when he begins to feel Caesar pushing into his hand.]