Caleb too had been called many things in many voices. Many of them had been flattering, but he knew better than to accept such things at face value. In his position there were many who would offer sweet words in hopes of getting something they wanted- be it money, favors, or time in his bed- whether or not those words reflected what was in their hearts. He'd been told how handsome others found his features, both facial and otherwise, often enough that such comments seldom moved him any longer.
It was part of why exchanging letters with Clevon had been such a welcome diversion. Yes, there'd been praise for what they knew of each other's appearance, as was to be expected in romantic exchanges, but more often he'd been complemented on his wit and humor, or his kindness and compassion than anything to do with his wealth or countenance. And he'd similarly praised his wife to be, though he knew not what others might have said of him in his own keep, beyond what little Clevon had shared with him.
But Clevon was just as much a vision, despite neither of them being at their best just then. Caleb longed to explore every plain and valley, angle and curve of his promised mate's body with hands and lips and tongue, to draw out every sound and expression of pleasure that he could from him. To make him feel every bit as beautiful as he looked, every bit as loved as he was.
But later. For now, practical concerns had to take precedence for the most part. His promised mate needed to be taken care of, so that he could rest and begin to recover from his ordeal. And everything, pleasurable as it may be, was toward that end.
Caleb shushed him gently as he tried for pleasantries that were unneeded and even a hindrance here. There would be time for that later too. For now, all that mattered was holding his wife to be as he drank and soothed his parched throat.
Still he couldn't help but smile as Clevon gently pushed the goblet away. Caleb set it on the small bedside table for now, even as his mate to be caught his other arm and pulled him closer still, as though he were a blanket. "You're welcome, my love," he said. He leaned down to nuzzle against Clevon's cheek, his voice heavy and breathy in his promised mate's ear. "And were I surer of your injuries, I might show you how a position like this could be even better." After all it would take only a small lift and shift backward to have them locked together, but he doubted Clevon's ribs were up to the jouncing such a position would entail.
"Though perhaps I can add a bit more enjoyment to it before our joining." One of his hands had been claimed by Clevon, but the one that had previously held the goblet, now free, slid down over his promised mate's stomach to wrap around Clevon's cock where it began to gently stroke and squeeze. This was bolstered by a brief, gentle nip of his omega's earlobe, a tantalizing preview of their eventual mating bite.
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It was part of why exchanging letters with Clevon had been such a welcome diversion. Yes, there'd been praise for what they knew of each other's appearance, as was to be expected in romantic exchanges, but more often he'd been complemented on his wit and humor, or his kindness and compassion than anything to do with his wealth or countenance. And he'd similarly praised his wife to be, though he knew not what others might have said of him in his own keep, beyond what little Clevon had shared with him.
But Clevon was just as much a vision, despite neither of them being at their best just then. Caleb longed to explore every plain and valley, angle and curve of his promised mate's body with hands and lips and tongue, to draw out every sound and expression of pleasure that he could from him. To make him feel every bit as beautiful as he looked, every bit as loved as he was.
But later. For now, practical concerns had to take precedence for the most part. His promised mate needed to be taken care of, so that he could rest and begin to recover from his ordeal. And everything, pleasurable as it may be, was toward that end.
Caleb shushed him gently as he tried for pleasantries that were unneeded and even a hindrance here. There would be time for that later too. For now, all that mattered was holding his wife to be as he drank and soothed his parched throat.
Still he couldn't help but smile as Clevon gently pushed the goblet away. Caleb set it on the small bedside table for now, even as his mate to be caught his other arm and pulled him closer still, as though he were a blanket. "You're welcome, my love," he said. He leaned down to nuzzle against Clevon's cheek, his voice heavy and breathy in his promised mate's ear. "And were I surer of your injuries, I might show you how a position like this could be even better." After all it would take only a small lift and shift backward to have them locked together, but he doubted Clevon's ribs were up to the jouncing such a position would entail.
"Though perhaps I can add a bit more enjoyment to it before our joining." One of his hands had been claimed by Clevon, but the one that had previously held the goblet, now free, slid down over his promised mate's stomach to wrap around Clevon's cock where it began to gently stroke and squeeze. This was bolstered by a brief, gentle nip of his omega's earlobe, a tantalizing preview of their eventual mating bite.