Caelan laughed quietly in response to Dusty’s observation, although the comment made his skin prickle with goosebumps.<i>Competition </i>was a very specific word. That meant that Dusty thought of Caelan as something he wanted or worth fighting for. He wouldn’t bring focus to the word choice in fear that he would scare Dusty away. Caelan was beginning to understand how fickle a creature Dusty was and he supposed that might have been part of the allure. Besides his features and gruff attitude.<br/><br/>“Bathroom sink?” He raised his brow and tilted his head, massaging his hand over Dusty’s abdomen and chest. “I think that is something I would like to experience.” Caelan bit his lip and smiled down at him with a playful grin. “I have an idea. How about you come up to my apartment for lunch next time you’re in town and we can see what kind of weight my sink can hold, hm?” He bent down and kissed him again, the brush of his facial hair sending electricity down to his cock. There was something so comforting about having the freedom to kiss Dusty when he wanted without repercussions.<br/><br/>Caelan held on as Dusty moved them, managing to find a lubricant amongst the small amount of provisions they were left with. He rested more on his knees as Dusty rubbed his member, spreading oil in preparation. “Mmm, don’t go too far.” He murmured, taking Dusty’s oiled hand by the wrist. Caelan locked eyes with him as he guided his fingers between the blond’s thighs until they pressed against the puckered muscle. Caelan bent down until their foreheads pressed together, delivering a teasing bite to his lower lip. “You’re going to give me those fingers,” he whispered, “and then give me that cock, understand?” Caelan stroked the side of his face with his thumb. “And I’ll make you see stars.”