[Initially, it's difficult to split his attention in all of these directions at the same time. Whether it's the feel of Caesar's hands tightening their grips to the point it's almost painful, the sounds Caesar's making being lost in their kisses, or the very taste of Caesar's kisses, he doesn't want to miss anything and wants to impossibly give everything his full attention. But then again, maybe it's not that it's different directions. Maybe its that there's so much of Caesar here that it feels like Joseph could drown. And he would. Happily. Maybe he already is because he so willingly surrenders everything to Caesar again and again with every possessive kiss.]
[But as he strokes Caesar, he pulls away just a little from those kisses because he wants to look at him, too. Not for long because he wants to kiss Caesar, too. He wants to kiss him along his jaw and neck and on his lips and his chest and stomach. He wants to kiss every last inch of Caesar. But he wants to look at him at least for a few seconds, running his free hand through Caesar's hair as he rests his weight down on him.]
You're so fucking beautiful, [he murmurs against Caesar's lips before kissing him, his hand slipping out of Caesar's hair to hold his cheek.]
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[But as he strokes Caesar, he pulls away just a little from those kisses because he wants to look at him, too. Not for long because he wants to kiss Caesar, too. He wants to kiss him along his jaw and neck and on his lips and his chest and stomach. He wants to kiss every last inch of Caesar. But he wants to look at him at least for a few seconds, running his free hand through Caesar's hair as he rests his weight down on him.]
You're so fucking beautiful, [he murmurs against Caesar's lips before kissing him, his hand slipping out of Caesar's hair to hold his cheek.]