Damien and Cal
Cal groaned as Damien pulled him into place, a grin on his face as he found himself leaning into those hands, then rocking to meet that thrust.
"What's that bit they quote here all the time, from that actress who died mysteriously? Happy Birthday, Mr. President?" He asked, smirk crossing his face as he stretched his own hands out now to slide up what he coudl reach of Damien's ribcage, his touches feather light.