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When their lips detach, there is a hand on Essek's sternum, not quite gripping him but still keeping him in place, pressing him to the couch. Essek relishes on the touch, would take his shirt off if he could move, just to be able to feel the warmness of Caleb's touch.
Caleb is on top of him, close enough their noses still touch. Essek wants to be kissed again, but he lets Caleb set the pace, lets him decide what he wants to do with Essek. Caleb doesn't kiss his lips, he moves instead to Essek's jaw, his beard coarse against Essek's skin. "How was your time away, my dear?"
Essek is, and has been, of the opinion that Caleb should choose between jumping him the moment Essek steps on their home and wanting to know everything about Essek's mundane occurrences. It is an idea that has been voiced several times, and ignored just as many.
Essek moves his head so he talks against Caleb's lips, low and breathy, keeping him in place with a soft hold of his hair under his ponytail. "We have talked about this."
Caleb smiles, and Essek feels it more than he sees it, though he knows the expression to be one that sometimes makes appearances in his most stirring dreams. "You look handsome when you pout."
They are near enough to each other that Caleb must not be able to see the expression Essek is making, but it does not matter. Caleb kisses him again, deep and utterly shameless. Caleb's elbow is next to Essek's head on the couch, Caleb's hand still pressing against his chest, all of his weight supported by his left side, their hips only making contact on one side. It cannot be a comfortable position, but Essek still keeps him in place for too long, undoing Caleb's belt one-handed, barely able to keep his focus as he slides it off.
"Wait," Caleb mutters, and for a second Essek thinks he is going to suggest moving and take him away from the bubble of intimacy that they have created, but instead he just rearranges himself, his legs falling into place with a knee between Essek’s, their groins finally making contact. Essek is still dressed, pants and shirt all buttoned as they should be, though his shirt is riding up, getting wrinkled and leaving his lower abdomen exposed.
Caleb grinds against him, elbows next to Essek’s head and mouth kissing his cheek, his neck above his collar, teeth sharp and sudden, though always followed by a soft kiss. Essek tries to keep his mouth closed, his noises low enough that he can hear Caleb let out a gentle laugh, and makes an inquiring noise.
“I just bit your collar,” Caleb explains against his ear, doubtlessly amused. He stops moving, gets up on one hand to undo the first buttons of Essek’s shirt, the first and the second one, and then, after a second, the third one too. He spreads his hand over the exposed skin, then up to Essek’s neck, not squeezing, but lovingly holding him.
Essek feels pinned not just by Caleb’s body but by his gaze, too. He stares as if he were a particularly interesting experiment, like Caleb is trying to figure out the best way to make him fall to pieces. Essek doesn’t necessarily dislike it, but he feels exposed by it, like every single one of Essek’s deepest desires were going to become visible to the naked eye.
“How was your time away?” Caleb suddenly repeats. Essek just stares at him, dumbfounded, hard in his pants and at his mercy and still being asked about irrelevant matters. He doesn’t reply, thrusts up instead, and when Caleb closes his eyes at the feeling, he thinks he’s won. Caleb takes a second, then stares into his eyes, and Essek knows it’s coming when Caleb squeezes the sides of his neck, for just one, two, three seconds before he lets go. It’s still enough Essek feels lightheaded, staying still like he’s prey.
“It was fine,” Essek finally says, voice rough. He adds, after a second, “Uneventful.”
“Good,” Caleb says, hand tragically moving away from Essek’s neck. He drops back to both elbows, kisses Essek’s jaw and bites his ear before he mutters, “Good boy.”
Essek inhales sharply just in time for Caleb to rub against him again, slower this time. He closes his eyes, separated from Caleb by several layers of clothing. It’s too dry a feeling, harsh and unforgiving against his cock, at a point where it should be painful, but it isn’t.
Caleb keeps a slow rhythm, moving his elbow lower so he can grip Essek’s shoulder, his forearm barely fitting on the couch next to Essek. Essek grabs his hips, fingers slipping under Caleb’s underwear, not trying to dictate his movements but instead just trying to feel as much of Caleb’s presence on top of him as possible.
It is overwhelming him, the way Caleb’s hands are basically out of commission but he still manages to touch him everywhere, keeping him in place, making it so that the only thing Essek can really do is receive pleasure.
Said pleasure builds up even through the slightly uncomfortable feeling of the stiff fabric of his trousers rubbing against his cock, not mattering because he can feel how hard Caleb is against him, knowing how much Caleb wants him thanks to the way his nails are digging into his skin. Caleb’s teeth bore into his neck again, this time a full bite instead of just a nibble. It’s the combination of feelings that makes Essek come, choking on a moan, so intense it’s almost painful.
He barely gets to enjoy the aftermath before Caleb is taking himself in hand, sliding his underwear down because, of course, Essek is the only one who has to suffer through the embarrassment of orgasming while wearing his trousers. Caleb strokes himself, fast and ruthless, staring at Essek. Essek can only imagine the way his bangs are sticking onto his sweaty forehead, his neck covered in small marks. Caleb hides his face on Essek’s collarbone when he comes, as if suddenly overwhelmed by him, creating even more of a mess near Essek’s crotch.
Essek finally realizes how disgusting he feels after the full weight of Caleb drops on top of Essek, his arms useless at his sides. Caleb says, “Welcome home,” like he’d forgotten, and Essek should push him away to Prestidigitate himself clean.
Instead, he kisses him, a barely-there peck just to maintain the tradition, and lets Caleb decide when to move.