[Caesar's kisses seem like everything to Joseph right now, and he wants nothing more than just to lie here and kiss him until the world manages to reach its end. He gasps into a kiss as Caesar pulls on his pants, remembering just barely to lift his hips to make it easier. But Caesar can't keep kissing him forever, and so Joseph just makes a pitiful sound the first time he stops kissing Joseph. But then he comes back and Joseph draws in a sharp breath when Caesar bites his lip that hard.]
[All of it is new. New and overwhelming to the point he barely even knows what to do with himself, and so he doesn't do much at all. Certainly not restraining himself when Caesar's mouth happens to find a sensitive spot that even Joseph didn't know about, letting out low, near-pleading, and wordless groans when Caesar moves on. As Caesar moves down, Joseph's hands are forced to move up. But he keeps a hand on Caesar's shoulder in the end because he doesn't want to let go. He loves this, being touched, but he wants to touch, too. Even if it's only in a small, relatively insignificant way, he wants to keep touching back. His grip tightens as Caesar kisses at his hip, and he hisses a sharp fuck into the air. And God, why is he looking at Joseph like that?]
Caesar, please...
[It's closer to a whine than anything else, but Joseph isn't even trying to make it fall one way or another. It simply is what it is, and inhibition can be damned.]
no subject
[All of it is new. New and overwhelming to the point he barely even knows what to do with himself, and so he doesn't do much at all. Certainly not restraining himself when Caesar's mouth happens to find a sensitive spot that even Joseph didn't know about, letting out low, near-pleading, and wordless groans when Caesar moves on. As Caesar moves down, Joseph's hands are forced to move up. But he keeps a hand on Caesar's shoulder in the end because he doesn't want to let go. He loves this, being touched, but he wants to touch, too. Even if it's only in a small, relatively insignificant way, he wants to keep touching back. His grip tightens as Caesar kisses at his hip, and he hisses a sharp fuck into the air. And God, why is he looking at Joseph like that?]
Caesar, please...
[It's closer to a whine than anything else, but Joseph isn't even trying to make it fall one way or another. It simply is what it is, and inhibition can be damned.]