Yussa moans freely as Caleb fucks him, steady and deep and skilled. The curl of his fingers and the knowing pressure they apply make Yussa feel the ridiculous urge to climb the chaise. He drops his hand from his breast and he grabs at the cushion beneath him as muscles tense and shiver all through him. The tension builds low in his body, making him tremble and gasp for breath. Gods, it's been ages since he's been fucked and fucked well by another person and every second he has Caleb between his thighs reminds him of just how good it can be.

His fingers tighten in Caleb's hair and he almost can't help the way he tries to rock toward the warmth of the younger man's mouth. It also means meeting every thrust of his fingers, ensuring they slide is deep as they can every time. Yussa cries out weakly as the building tension breaks. His cunt goes tight around Caleb's fingers as he comes and his thighs press against the other man's shoulders like he can trap him right where he is.

With a softer sound, Yussa sinks back and rides out the delicious little shocks that still come whenever Caleb moves his fingers. His fingers have gone weak in Caleb's hair, but he hasn't let go entirely.