Essek enjoyed learning that body, his fingers-- far cooler than Caleb's as he stroked firmly and gaining more assurance with each touch, making sure to rub the underside of cock where he could feel the pulse throb and center. It was gravity, and he used gravity to press downward until it hit that spot, put such pressure on it.

And he was rewarded with the slide of Caleb's own body up against him, those arching hips that met him halfway in keeping; Caleb's fingers in his locks of hair-- a disarray of curls. His own eyes blown wide with starlight while he nibbled with sharpened teeth against skin, soft murmurs of encouragement as his fevered body dipped into Caleb's welcome heat.

A soft moan, a litany of sighs while he rode Caleb like a boat cast upon waves, the subtle slap of skin to skin and his body arching. "Chathiu.." with each quickening movement, his grip firmed and he grew more certain with his touch, but also Caleb's own pants drew him on, helped him to temper himself, and his discipline worked in his favor.

"Let yourself go, for me.. love.. I will be behind you.. yes..?" His voice nearly breathless.