With Cal's mouth leaving his own, Luke is left gasping his soft sounds to the air. His fingers clutch Cal's shoulders, nails digging in to pull himself up, into each movement even as his heels dig into the small of his back to do the same.

It wouldn't take much, wouldn't take long. He manages to push his thoughts at Cal, how badly he wants Cal to fuck him, get them off, feel Cal in his body as much as in his spirit.