Joe turned his head to the side, angling his neck and leaving it wide open in silent invitation, but it wasn't taken. Sinfully warm lips were busy trailing kisses across his collarbone and while it was nice and pleasant, Joe needed more.
He let his fingers trail over the tan skin of Caspar's shoulder, down the bulging bicep, elbow, forearm, right to his wrist and palm, which he lifted to his face aware of the attentive eyes now following his every move. Joe slipped the tongue of his mouth to wet his lips, a sharp intake of breath telling him he was doing what he set out to do. Glancing down from where he was perched in Caspar's lap, he caught the molten gaze of unhidden pleasure and holding it, he licked Caspar's pointing finger.
There was a sound, like choking, like gasping, like Caspar's soul was leaving his body, and the corners of Joe's mouth quirked ever so slightly. He took the whole finger inside his mouth, watching Joe squirm and pant and blush under the weight of his gaze.
"Bite me," Joe said, turning his head to the side once more and exposing his neck to Caspar, who this time eagerly nuzzled into the tender skin, kissing and wetting it with his tongue before sinking his teeth into the flesh.
It stung and Joe jerked closer, pressing himself into Caspar's arms more firmly, while a soft groan spilled from his lips. Caspar bit him again, closer to the jugular, and Joe's pulse spiked. He took Caspar's fingers in his mouth again, nibbling on them and rolling his tongue over the knuckles, licking stripes from the palm up till the very fingertips, and yes, he thought when another bite made him shiver and rub into Caspar's crotch, this was so much better.
