[And that slips out too quickly, turning his ears pink once he realizes what he's said, because it's so stupid and clumsy and not like him at all. But it's too late to care at that point, relief and desire are flooding him, the overwhelming need to make Joseph feel as heavy with love as he feels.]
[Because Joseph deserves that, doesn't he — that and everything else, that and the world, and he'd give it all to him if he could. What he's got now is fumbling hands and artless kisses, at least to start with, seeking out Joseph's mouth to bite as he twists their legs together until he can push Joseph onto his back.]
[Crawling over him feels like the most right thing he's ever done in his life. He's beautiful, stunningly so, and in his beauty Caesar catches himself in a thousand little lies, reasons why he's looked before and touched before, reasons that weren't just he's beautiful and I want him. He doesn't have to lie now, which startles a soft noise out of him; one hand pins Joseph's wrist to the bed, loose and playful, as the other slides up the inside of his thigh, stuttering to a stop cupping him through his pants. He doesn't even mean to stop, he just has to, stunned into stillness and breathing helplessly against the corner of Joseph's mouth. Smiling, too, though, nipping at his jaw and then back to his mouth, kissing him softly enough that he can get a grip on himself again.]
Jojo, can I—
[He bites his own lip, Joseph's, his own again, and pulls away enough that he can look down at him. That's his. That's Jojo and that's his, and knowing that leaves him tugging Joseph's belt until it's finally coming free.]
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[And that slips out too quickly, turning his ears pink once he realizes what he's said, because it's so stupid and clumsy and not like him at all. But it's too late to care at that point, relief and desire are flooding him, the overwhelming need to make Joseph feel as heavy with love as he feels.]
[Because Joseph deserves that, doesn't he — that and everything else, that and the world, and he'd give it all to him if he could. What he's got now is fumbling hands and artless kisses, at least to start with, seeking out Joseph's mouth to bite as he twists their legs together until he can push Joseph onto his back.]
[Crawling over him feels like the most right thing he's ever done in his life. He's beautiful, stunningly so, and in his beauty Caesar catches himself in a thousand little lies, reasons why he's looked before and touched before, reasons that weren't just he's beautiful and I want him. He doesn't have to lie now, which startles a soft noise out of him; one hand pins Joseph's wrist to the bed, loose and playful, as the other slides up the inside of his thigh, stuttering to a stop cupping him through his pants. He doesn't even mean to stop, he just has to, stunned into stillness and breathing helplessly against the corner of Joseph's mouth. Smiling, too, though, nipping at his jaw and then back to his mouth, kissing him softly enough that he can get a grip on himself again.]
Jojo, can I—
[He bites his own lip, Joseph's, his own again, and pulls away enough that he can look down at him. That's his. That's Jojo and that's his, and knowing that leaves him tugging Joseph's belt until it's finally coming free.]
Can I go down on you? Please.