[It's almost funny. Joseph had no idea how badly he wanted to hear Caesar say those things in the exact way he says them until they're actually spilling out of Caesar. When he does, it doesn't send a chill running through Joseph. It's almost the opposite with a pleased wave of warmth spreading over him and Joseph comes dangerously close to being swept up in the sensation to the point of forgetting what he was doing altogether. But the hand on his ass is surprisingly grounding, pulling him back so that it's barely a skipped beat in his kisses to Caesar's neck. Teeth graze Caesar's Adam's apple as Joseph tugs Caesar's belt loose.]
[At this point, he's no longer waiting for it. He's not waiting for things to abruptly shift and pull away like he had been in the kitchen. It was smart moving to in here, to their bed. It feels like there's no turning back now, but not in a bad way. There's security in maybe not necessarily knowing where you're going, but that you're going somewhere. You're going somewhere and it won't be alone. Wherever Joseph goes, Caesar's going to be there. There's no doubt of that anymore because they're in a place that is so undeniable theirs that there's simply no other outcome.]
[Joseph's kisses continue down Caesar's neck as he undoes first the button and then the zipper of Caesar's pants, listening to every sound Caesar makes, eager for the words and not at all minding when it's just a sound. He cups Caesar for a brief moment over the fabric of his underwear, trailing his fingers lightly up to the waistband to give it a tug.]
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[At this point, he's no longer waiting for it. He's not waiting for things to abruptly shift and pull away like he had been in the kitchen. It was smart moving to in here, to their bed. It feels like there's no turning back now, but not in a bad way. There's security in maybe not necessarily knowing where you're going, but that you're going somewhere. You're going somewhere and it won't be alone. Wherever Joseph goes, Caesar's going to be there. There's no doubt of that anymore because they're in a place that is so undeniable theirs that there's simply no other outcome.]
[Joseph's kisses continue down Caesar's neck as he undoes first the button and then the zipper of Caesar's pants, listening to every sound Caesar makes, eager for the words and not at all minding when it's just a sound. He cups Caesar for a brief moment over the fabric of his underwear, trailing his fingers lightly up to the waistband to give it a tug.]