Caleb pressed his mouth gently to Essek's after his request. When he drew back his eyes were bright and full of promise. "I would be honored to do so."

He picked up the vial and poured a bit into his palm. He kept his eyes on Essek as he reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. It felt hot and delicate in the slick glide of his fist. Caleb worked him slowly, more teasingly because his goal was to make him slick not build him to orgasm.

"Whenever you're ready, my love." He nipped at Essek's lower lip. "I can take you." Caleb was ready. His body practically burned with want. His cock twitched occasionally against his stomach and had left smeared trails of pre in his body hair. They would both be quite the mess when done and Caleb did not care at all.

He wanted Essek to fill him. Fuck him. Make love to him. Caleb ached with it.