[God, he's so . . . there aren't even words. Caesar doesn't know how to explain it, couldn't even if he had to, but everything Joseph is just makes him want him more. He can't stop kissing him, that's for sure, not for anything. It's better to just keep kissing him, fiercely and possessively, as he tugs his pants open and pulls them down around his thighs. It's so hard to focus.]
You're so good, [is what he manages in the end, murmured against Joseph's mouth. His breathing's ridiculously uneven, but he doesn't care, just kisses Joseph again, long and reluctant to move at the same time as he very much isn't, pulls away tugging Joseph's bottom lip gently with his teeth and just — looking at him.]
God.
[On second though, he kisses Joseph again. Bites his lip harder this time, nudges his chin up and nips at his throat. It's so hard to focus, but he's going to anyway, because he wants to give Joseph exactly what he wants. Maybe it's a little selfish, too, but Joseph is beautiful when he can't breathe. It's so stupid that he didn't see it before.]
[He drops kisses down Joseph's chest, letting his teeth drag along his ribs. He gets stuck at his stomach, caught on the way muscle moves under Joseph's skin when he does as little as breathe. He thinks he could do this forever, probably, and maybe he will sometime, but not now. Now he tugs Joseph's pants and underwear off and discards them who the hell knows where, over the edge of the bed, maybe, or not, they could have dropped into a black hole for all he cares, and kisses the line of Joseph's hipbone as he wraps his fingers around his cock and glances up at him, eyes dark, for permission.]
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You're so good, [is what he manages in the end, murmured against Joseph's mouth. His breathing's ridiculously uneven, but he doesn't care, just kisses Joseph again, long and reluctant to move at the same time as he very much isn't, pulls away tugging Joseph's bottom lip gently with his teeth and just — looking at him.]
God.
[On second though, he kisses Joseph again. Bites his lip harder this time, nudges his chin up and nips at his throat. It's so hard to focus, but he's going to anyway, because he wants to give Joseph exactly what he wants. Maybe it's a little selfish, too, but Joseph is beautiful when he can't breathe. It's so stupid that he didn't see it before.]
[He drops kisses down Joseph's chest, letting his teeth drag along his ribs. He gets stuck at his stomach, caught on the way muscle moves under Joseph's skin when he does as little as breathe. He thinks he could do this forever, probably, and maybe he will sometime, but not now. Now he tugs Joseph's pants and underwear off and discards them who the hell knows where, over the edge of the bed, maybe, or not, they could have dropped into a black hole for all he cares, and kisses the line of Joseph's hipbone as he wraps his fingers around his cock and glances up at him, eyes dark, for permission.]