Rocking down against his fingers and toward his mouth, Yussa looks far more wanton than he'd been in the bathroom. There, his hand threaded into Caleb's hair felt like a silent command. Now it feels like he he needs something to hold onto. But there is a base appeal in that too; Caleb is thrilled to be taking him apart this way. Yussa is beautifully shameless, moaning, shaking, grasping at the couch as his cunt squeezes around Caleb's fingers, responding to the the way they curl deep inside him or the skillful lash of his tongue.

Caleb has felt his orgasm building for minutes now in his tensing muscles, and when Yussa's body finally succumbs, he moans too. Feeling his thighs try to clamp shut around his shoulders and his cunt tighten around his fingers, wave after wave of pressure, is heady when he lets himself think about being inside him. He soothes his tongue more gently across his clit until those tremors begin to subside, pulling off while his fingers still move inside him, now slow again.

Fuck. He could spend all night doing that. Which is good, because he may have to do it at least once more if Yussa still wants his cock. He's bigger than two of his fingers, and Yussa has only just comfortably taken those.

Whatever the case, Caleb enjoys kissing the inside of Yussa's thighs as he comes down, taking his own simple pleasure in his lover's trembling body.