Caleb bit down on the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring slightly as he sucked in a slightly shaky breath. He really hadn’t been expecting this sort of wake up - he’d been awake for what, five minutes? And he already had Seb’s hand on his dick. Caleb kept his arms curled in against his chest as Sebastian’s fingers brushed against him through his boxers again before it pulled away.
A soft pip of a noise burred from Caleb’s throat when Seb’s slick hand slipped into the waistband of his boxer briefs, hand wrapping around his cock. He puffed out softly, eyes closing as Seb touched him. Caleb shifted his hips slightly into Sebastian’s touch, rolling them a bit.
Caleb shifted back a little to make it easier for Sebastian to reach, nudging his butt into the cradle of Sebastian’s hips. He bit down on his lower lip, eyes half-opening as he rolled again, pushing into the grip of Seb’s fingers. His cock was starting to fill under Seb’s touch, stomach swooping a bit with a low roll of arousal.
Seb’s breath caught in his throat as Caleb made a noise, gentle, but still with the weight of his deeper voice that made Seb a little flustered. He couldn’t help a smile from teasing at his lips as Caleb scooched his butt back against him.
The way Caleb hardened under his fingers caused a noise from Seb, too, making him fold against Caleb and word him with more intensity.
“Is that good?” he whispered, nosing against the top of Caleb’s shoulder, close to discovering kissing, “Do you mind rolling over? I... wanna...”
I want to see you was the end of that sentence, but it was maybe a bit close to home. Sebastian, even groggy with the morning and a slight hangover, was sentient enough to edit himself a little.
He did want to see Caleb though; he hadn’t gotten a look at him last night when he came and it was something he was craving.