Essek could feel the anticipation by his thighs. Distracted? He imagined what that would entail, what nips and bites and the feel of that tongue—

He caught the look and immediately turned away, his flush igniting his whole face. How could it not when Caleb looked at him like that? It made him weak. It made him distracted.

“Is this a situation where you want to enjoy them on his own, or…together? With both you and I?” He started to slow his motion forward. “Because I might think that he would appreciate it better if we can both show him how to eat the apples. Or, perhaps, if he ate them off a proper surface.”

Like quivering violet thighs.