Caleb smiles, pausing in his current task to tilt his face into Yussa's hands, encouraging his exploration with a warm hum.
"It is cold in Eiselcross, so I let it grow out." He nuzzles more deliberately against Yussa's fingers so he'll feel the gentle prickle of his beard against his palms, much softer than the scrape of shorter stubble, as he observes. Curious, Caleb wonders, "Is this new for you?"
That surprises him, given Yussa's age and his own certainty that he must have had plenty of handsome men clamoring to share his bed over the years. While elves may not be predisposed to facial hair--or much excess hair in general--plenty of other peoples are. Caleb finds he's rather glad currently that humans are included in that number; it pleases him to be able to give Yussa an experience he hasn't had before.
Caleb has been tracing lightly over Yussa's folds as they trade soft words and softer kisses. Now he parts them with a crook of his knuckles, wetting his fingers with his lover's arousal as he strokes along his slit. He is still so wet, so hot to the touch--Caleb is dizzy with the imagining (the memory) of that sensation in a tight squeeze around his cock.
Caleb presses that first finger back inside him with ease, and teases a second at his dripping entrance right away, circling and rubbing against his opening as the first strokes his walls. When Yussa asks for more, he'll get it.
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"It is cold in Eiselcross, so I let it grow out." He nuzzles more deliberately against Yussa's fingers so he'll feel the gentle prickle of his beard against his palms, much softer than the scrape of shorter stubble, as he observes. Curious, Caleb wonders, "Is this new for you?"
That surprises him, given Yussa's age and his own certainty that he must have had plenty of handsome men clamoring to share his bed over the years. While elves may not be predisposed to facial hair--or much excess hair in general--plenty of other peoples are. Caleb finds he's rather glad currently that humans are included in that number; it pleases him to be able to give Yussa an experience he hasn't had before.
Caleb has been tracing lightly over Yussa's folds as they trade soft words and softer kisses. Now he parts them with a crook of his knuckles, wetting his fingers with his lover's arousal as he strokes along his slit. He is still so wet, so hot to the touch--Caleb is dizzy with the imagining (the memory) of that sensation in a tight squeeze around his cock.
Caleb presses that first finger back inside him with ease, and teases a second at his dripping entrance right away, circling and rubbing against his opening as the first strokes his walls. When Yussa asks for more, he'll get it.