To be at the center of Essek's universe was a powerful feeling. Caleb had no illusions about himself. He was not handsome like Fjord. He wasn't beautiful like Mollymauk had been. He was plain, simple, but under Essek's gaze, under his hands and kisses Caleb felt handsome. He felt alive and beautiful because Essek saw him as such.

"I have no intention of stopping you," he said dragging his tongue along his lower hip. He rested a hand on Essek's thigh but the other kept touching his side, his arm, any inch of skin he could reach.

His cock filled and pressed more insistently against his laces. And Essek's hand. He groaned softly each time Essek pressed down. The laces came undone and Caleb lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for Essek to tug his breeches out of the way. His smallclothes were still in the way but they did nothing to hide his erection, undeniable proof of how much he wanted the man on top of him.

Hopefully Essek was satisfied by what he found.