Corbin made a sound of pure need and unfulfilled desire as Caleb pulled off his cock. "S-sweetheart, baby, darlin please..." He squirmed, jerking hard at the cuffs as his abs tensed and he sat up as much as he could on the bed, not that it was far with his wrists restrained like this. He sagged back to the mattress after a moment, eyes riveted on Caleb from where he lay on the bed next to him. Having Caleb on his cock was a terrible sweet torment, but not having him there was worse

For a hopeful moment he thought Caleb might suck him off, and he whined as he realized that was not to be the case, his hips moving in small abortive jerks with every little lick. "Caleb.... gods below sweetheart." Not that he was asking him to stop, or indeed asking for anything in particular. "That haaa, that ain't fixin anything." Of course he knew that, he knew Caleb wasn't trying to do anything other than torment him, and he watched him, part of him glad of the chance to calm down, even as he also wanted more, part of his brain still convinced that he just needed more, and then he'd be able to get off.