[At first, Joseph isn't entirely sure what to make of Caesar's staring. It's not that he feels self-conscious or anything like that, but he thinks maybe he took a little too long to reach a decision and it wasn't the right one because there's something in Caesar's gaze that speaks to some discomfort and it doesn't feel like the get your pants off right now kind of discomfort. He almost asks if Caesar's okay, but then something seems to settle and Caesar closes the distance between the two of them.]
[His breath shakes and he shudders as Caesar drags his nails along his body. Coupled with kisses, teeth, and words he doesn't really understand, Joseph forgets all about touching back because his whole world becomes narrowly focused on just the sensation of Caesar touching his skin and breathing him in. Joseph doesn't take anything back so much in words, but he leans into each of Caesar's touches as best he can with wordless murmurs and a soft moan whenever his nails start to dig just a little harder. Somewhere along the way, Joseph's hand tangles itself up in Caesar's hair, but it's another moment or two before Joseph swiftly and abruptly remembers. His other hand on the bed that had started to take to bunching up the blankets, releases them to move to Caesar's hip. He grabs the hem of Caesar's shirt and starts pulling it up, his other hand leaving Caesar's hair to join the effort.]
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[His breath shakes and he shudders as Caesar drags his nails along his body. Coupled with kisses, teeth, and words he doesn't really understand, Joseph forgets all about touching back because his whole world becomes narrowly focused on just the sensation of Caesar touching his skin and breathing him in. Joseph doesn't take anything back so much in words, but he leans into each of Caesar's touches as best he can with wordless murmurs and a soft moan whenever his nails start to dig just a little harder. Somewhere along the way, Joseph's hand tangles itself up in Caesar's hair, but it's another moment or two before Joseph swiftly and abruptly remembers. His other hand on the bed that had started to take to bunching up the blankets, releases them to move to Caesar's hip. He grabs the hem of Caesar's shirt and starts pulling it up, his other hand leaving Caesar's hair to join the effort.]