It was true that Essek took care of his hands, made sure that they were always soft like silk; but they also ran a little bit cooler conversely; the perfect temperature to be warmed with in Caleb's own holding. He was using the pad of his finger to lightly brush against walls, and all the while his other hand was stroking soft and gentle back and forth against the ridged lines of Caleb's trembling and hungry cock.

"I desire to be an expert in you, Caleb-- I want to know everything that makes you sigh and come apart; I want to watch you while I make you come." he felt a blush suffuse his cheeks to even vocalize it, but he wanted desperately for Caleb to know how much he wanted him.

A second finger was added to the first, and they both divided to conquer-- to spread and slicken. "You will laugh at what I thought about.." Essek murmured with a flush to his cheeks as he continued his ministrations. "I thought about you wearing your book holsters.. and nothing else." and then came the bite to his lower lip that tried to still the rising tide of the flush.

Yes, that was perhaps something that Caleb could likely indulge Essek in, even though Essek was a bit ashamed at how silly it sounded.