"Ohh, you like tellin me what to do, eh Etranje?" Dusty returned with raised brows. Caelan had halted him from grabbing his hips and skewering him down on his erection, instead making demands. A little bit of foreplay instead. The young man guided his thick fingers to where he wanted them to be, and Dusty curled and pressed them into Caelan. He leaned down to nip at Dusty's lower lip, but the cajun got the message.<br/><br/>"Haven't seen your apartment yet. I dunno if we should put dat kinda pressure on its structural integrity. I'm a welda. Not a repair man," he joked, moving his fingers punishingly slow. Caelan had asked for it. Now he hoped to make the man impatient for his cock. Just as impatient as Dusty was to give it to him. Fucking Caelan with a condom felt nice. Fucking Caelan without one would feel even better. It was a sensation he usually didn't afford himself, fucking random people, but Caelan wasn't some random dude he'd picked up broken down on the side of the road anymore. He wasn't that stranger despite Dusty still calling him one in that teasing way of his.<br/><br/>"You gonna beg for dis cock," Dusty told Caelan, matter of factly, and he wasn't satisfied until Caelan<i>was</i>begging and panting. When had he taken his time with anyone and really worked them over with his fingers? Not since.. Memories surfaced, old and locked away, though they didn't pain him in the same way they used to. Caealan just reminded him of a past someone. Maybe it was only the knowledge of making a connection and truly engaging with anyone at all that reminded him, but the notion was bittersweet. When he wanted to forget about it and think of no one else but Caelan, he removed his fingers and guided the young man over his cock.<br/><br/>"'Thas it, Caelan," Dusty coaxed. "Show me what you mean, Etranje. I want to see da stars."