"Good--" That is as much as he manages before his breath catches in his throat. He moans and his back arches as the young man's tongue pushes inside him. His cunt squeezes briefly around it and he tries not to buck against Caleb's mouth. Gods, has it been so long that he's become easy, or is it a testament to Caleb's skills? Yussa chooses to think it's the latter.

It doesn't matter: the effect is the same.

Yussa moans sharply the next time Caleb's lips and tongue find his clit and he shivers hard over the younger man. His hips move rhythmically as he chases his pleasure. It builds to a sharp, delicious crescendo and he presses harder than he means to against the back of Caleb's head as his orgasm snaps through him. Seconds later, his hand goes lax in Caleb's hair, barely holding on at all as he's wracked with pleasure.