"Any gift from you would have pride of place in my library regardless of its contents," Caleb promises dutifully, though his words grow more breathless as Yussa's hand coaxes his cock to stiffen. "But I am eager to learn about you most of all." His lips brush the heel of Yussa's hand, which hides part of his clever grin. "And I will admit to a...proclivity for naughty literature."
Hooking the plug between his fingers, he drags it back toward him, but does nothing with it just yet. He has other ideas which become more tempting the longer he spends gazing at Yussa, looking between the hand moving on his cock and the sultry expression of interest playing out on his face.
With a decisive kiss to the inside of Yussa's wrist, Caleb leans back just enough to move beyond his reach, kneeling to regain the use of his hands.
"Turn over onto your front, please." There is no change in his own playful demeanor, but he is getting more comfortable giving casual instruction.
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Hooking the plug between his fingers, he drags it back toward him, but does nothing with it just yet. He has other ideas which become more tempting the longer he spends gazing at Yussa, looking between the hand moving on his cock and the sultry expression of interest playing out on his face.
With a decisive kiss to the inside of Yussa's wrist, Caleb leans back just enough to move beyond his reach, kneeling to regain the use of his hands.
"Turn over onto your front, please." There is no change in his own playful demeanor, but he is getting more comfortable giving casual instruction.