@feuerwizard asked: "You keep your eyes on me." to Jester. (post-campaign au after they're hooking up?)
Age had not diminished how handsome Caleb was. His eyes held more wisdom, his hands stronger, his voice deeper. From the moment they had reunited, she found herself staring more and more at the man, her thoughts slowly turning less than innocent. Had they always had this much tension between them? Something reawakening in her, rolling through her veins until she was burning from the inside out. "Caleb" Her voice is softer, pleading. She can feel his fingers threading through her hair, a subtle shakiness she shares. Adrenaline, eagerness to touch and be touched.
"You keep your eyes on me" Pink-hued eyes snap upwards, a darkening blue on her cheeks as Jester meet his steely blue eyes. The command is gentle, but firm. Her stomach coils tighter, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Sharp canines sink into her bottom lip, nose scrunching. Oh. She certainly liked older Caleb.
Deft fingers work on the buckles and zipper, the sound of discarded clothing and heavy breathing echoing in the walls. Jester has to swallow her excitement when his fingers catch her chin and he repeats himself. The heated pool in her stomach roars to life. "Jester. Look at me" There was no where else she'd even consider looking. Perhaps at what was currently being stroked between her palms, but Caleb was ensuring her gaze remained on his. Even when her mouth lowered over him, her eyes briefly shutting as she savored the feel. His fingers pinched at her gently, snapping her eyes open to blink up at him. She could hear the subtle hiss given as she worked her way to the base, the way his chest struggled to expand to inhale air. If she could smile it would be smug, but instead she agonizingly bobs her head slowly pulling up.
She repeats the action, his hand cradling the back of her head as his hips struggle not to snap into her mouth. His own gaze is smoldering, watching every micro expression she makes. When a soft 'pop' sound echos from her releasing him, Jester is faithfully listening to his request. Her eyes flickering between his gaze as he again watches her tongue dancing out around his length, stifling a groan when she takes him fully into her mouth again. The sensation is addicting, the way his gaze is watching her and she him. She aches to touch herself, but her hands are currently occupied. One pressed against his thigh to steady herself and the other caressing him.
Caleb would have to learn the hard way.
Jester was a damn good tease and she was going to enjoy this.













