"Yes, yours," Caleb said, resting his forehead against Essek's shoulder as he brought himself under control again. This should not be rushed and frantic. Essek deserved worship and respect. Care. Caleb should take care of him.

His touch turned gentler again as he explored Essek's body. He knew, in general, where to touch to bring pleasure but he paid very close attention to how Essek responded to his touch. Caleb stroked his fingers along the sensitive places along his collar bones and the inside of his arms.

He pressed his thumb boldly against his nipple and rolled it between his fingers. His blue eyes were sharp and focused as he watched him. Every twitch. Every breathless sound. How his mouth fell open. Caleb cataloged it all to remember and use to drive Essek to madness. The good kind.

His own clothes and growing erection were irrelevant. Caleb was trained to ignore his own body. His needs were secondary to giving Essek everything.