[It's funny. Later, he'll wonder why he wasn't worried about this. He worries about almost everything, he worried when it was Joseph touching him, so why not worry about this? The answer's simple, of course: he never had time to think about it. For once in his life, he just felt something and went for it, and there was never a moment when he stopped wanting and started worrying about how it might all go wrong.]
[He just wanted Joseph. He still doesn't understand how he can go from not noticing it to being unable to notice anything else in the space of an hour, but he doesn't care. The taste of Joseph, the smell of him, the way he moves under Caesar's hands, the sounds he's making: those are the only things that matter. Giving him exactly what he wants, that's what matters, so much so that it doesn't even remotely matter that Joseph can't look. Caesar can still monitor the way he's reacting, the way his muscles tense and his breathing shakes. They're still both here. That's what matters.]
[In the meantime, he takes his time. He's hovering perfectly between desire and curiosity now, his need to find out exactly what Joseph wants most dovetailing with his need to make him squirm. He moves forward a little, humming at the unfamiliar sensation, and then pulls back, his hand stroking slowly as he kisses and licks in turn, thoughtful and experimental.]
[Oh, and Joseph's looking at him again. He glances up and smiles, warm and hazy. That's mine, he thinks, he's mine, and hums again, flicking his tongue against the underside of Joseph's cock.]
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[He just wanted Joseph. He still doesn't understand how he can go from not noticing it to being unable to notice anything else in the space of an hour, but he doesn't care. The taste of Joseph, the smell of him, the way he moves under Caesar's hands, the sounds he's making: those are the only things that matter. Giving him exactly what he wants, that's what matters, so much so that it doesn't even remotely matter that Joseph can't look. Caesar can still monitor the way he's reacting, the way his muscles tense and his breathing shakes. They're still both here. That's what matters.]
[In the meantime, he takes his time. He's hovering perfectly between desire and curiosity now, his need to find out exactly what Joseph wants most dovetailing with his need to make him squirm. He moves forward a little, humming at the unfamiliar sensation, and then pulls back, his hand stroking slowly as he kisses and licks in turn, thoughtful and experimental.]
[Oh, and Joseph's looking at him again. He glances up and smiles, warm and hazy. That's mine, he thinks, he's mine, and hums again, flicking his tongue against the underside of Joseph's cock.]